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Chapter 151: The Price of a Pulse
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The night did not fall.
It descended—slow, suffocating, heavy with omens. The moon, bloated and bruised, pulsed like a corpse held too long in stagnant water. Its light dripped through the canopy of deadwood trees, turning the forest into a realm of exposed flesh and phantom breath.
Rin Xie walked alone.
His robes hung loose, caked with the remnants of spiritual ichor and dried soil. Beneath the fabric, his body was changing—not healing, not growing, but ev ...
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