Chapter 149
Author: GRACE
last update2026-06-21 23:38:55

The artificial morning of Solara arrived with a flicker. High above the city, the Great Sun, the massive machine of light, hummed as it increased its output.

The honey-colored "Amber Fade" of the night vanished, replaced by a sharp, clinical white light that made every marble pillar and golden statue shine.

But in the Mid-Tier District, the light did not bring comfort. It only revealed the truth of the night before.

The Weaver’s Path was no longer a street of silk and perfume. It was a crime s
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