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From Corpse to Crown: Reborn as a Mortician in Another World - Chapter 89: Eyes, Threads, and The Dead
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Vel Quen had no straight roads, but winding paths that curled inward, like a snail’s shell. He couldn’t imagine walking through this city regularly.
As usual, Lucian kept the Loom nearby in its case, with his Grimoire.
But that morning, he didn’t hear the Loom’s comforting hum.
His body was aching far too much to concentrate on that.
Lucian felt like the air around him was thicker than syrup. He tried to concentrate--tried to draw a protective ...
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