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Chapter Eighty-Three: On the Nature of Poison, Worm-Love, and the Sovereign Weight of a Chonk
There was no warning—no psychic tremor, no instinctual ping of dread. One moment Kimchi was face-down on the floor like a poisoned houseplant, the next she rocketed upright like a possessed marionette mid-exorcism.
Her posture was stiff. Her gaze? Not focused on anything in the mortal realm.
"Kimchi?" I asked carefully, voice laced with concern as I rose slightly. "My dear. ...
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