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Damn The Author - Chapter 7: The Art[2]
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... and a rusted maintenance shed surrounded a small stretch of grass and dirt.
It smelled of disinfectant and rain-soaked earth. Familiar. Almost too familiar.
No one came here at night.
No lights.
No footsteps.
No eyes.
"Perfect."
I stood in the middle of the field with sleeves rolled up with calm and measured breath. Everything about this moment was planned—right down to the silence.
"Hah..."
The golden grimoire floated at my ...
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