Chapter 102: The Transmigration
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Chapter 102

The autumn dusk settled over the capital like a blanket of crushed velvet, painted in deep shades of gold, violet, and dark sapphire. Down in the valley, the endless grid of the financial district began to light up, thousands of warm amber windows flickering to life like grounded stars. High above it all, on the private observation terrace of the green district villa, the cool evening air was scented with damp earth, sweet pine, and the faint, woodsy smoke of the hearth fires burnin
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