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Chapter 150: ‘You will do fine, Father’
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... is still on one of the other angel vessels. The transition is smooth, space folding in on itself for a brief instant before reforming.
There is just something that helps reset your frame of mind when you walk into someplace as familiar as my room is to me. A feeling of nostalgia sweeps over me, even though I’ve only been gone a couple of days. The air smells faintly of fabric softener and old books. The carpet feels the same beneath my feet.
For a while, I stare at my large Narut ...
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