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John Wang POV
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It was the sound of quiet movement that woke me.
Soft feet brushing across concrete. A kettle lid clinking open. Someone yawned into their sleeve. Nothing sharp or frantic.
But somehow, with everyone still alive, the air filtered clean, and a sheep drooling into my chest— free𝑤ebnovel.com
I stared at the ...
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