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Chapter 49: The Blood-Stained White Corridor
Author: SolidWrite
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The girl wasn’t mute because of a physical disability. She had chosen silence. And now, she broke that silence only to save the life of an awkward barista.

“Y-you… spoke,” Raka whispered weakly. A bitter laugh bubbled with blood from his lips. “And you’re telling me to hold on? When I feel like a lump of ground meat?”

Luna didn’t respond.

With a rough pull that made Raka’s sho

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