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Help! My Moms Are Overpowered Tyrants, and I'm Stuck as Their Baby! - Chapter 201: Conversations in the Dark
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... e other kind the prickly, fraught variety that sticks to your skin like wet wool. At this precise moment, I was neck-deep in the latter, waiting in a shadowy alcove beneath the eastern tower, the air heavy with secrets and conspiracy. Beside me stood a tall figure known only as S, who wore shadows like expensive velvet cloaks and whose actual name, gender, and purpose remained maddeningly elusive.
"I don't suppose you'd consider giving me a real name," I said finally, unable to bear the ...
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