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Chapter 125: Mirror Match
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... “Y-Yes, Mother.”
How cruel could this world be? I was to be the referee to my own slaughter.
I, as Carine, stepped off the mat. The soft, springy fabric gave way to the cold stone floor beneath my feet, and weirdly, it felt like returning to reality.
The other me though? Yeah, tough luck.
I, as Feyt, remained planted in place. I had picked up my sword, but my grip on it was nothing but firm. The sweat dripping down my cheeks was definitely not from heat either, in ...
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