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My AI Wife: The Most Beautiful Chatbot in Another World - Chapter 113: The Crumbling of the Sacred Walls
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... ed with the sweet, ethereal aroma of Light-Bloom flowers, now bit into Dayat’s lungs like thousands of icy needles. As their feet crossed the threshold of the waste disposal lift onto the open plaza of the World Tree’s lower branches, the brief sensation of freedom was immediately eclipsed by a harsh, cold reality.
Dayat paused for a fleeting second, closing his eyes as the night wind whipped against a face caked in prison dust and dried blood. But there was no peace to be found. Every ...
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