PREVIEW
... a political negotiation and more like a war crime scene. Purple gas stains lingered on the walls, frosting oozed down like someone had murdered a birthday party, and Rei lay on the floor wondering if his toothbrushes were haunted.
The five women sat around the table (or what remained of it) in eerie calm, sipping tea as if the last twenty-four hours hadn’t included: explosions, aerial duels, gas grenades disguised as cake, and Lilia’s revelation that Rei had been engaging in "oral terro ...
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