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From Corpse to Crown: Reborn as a Mortician in Another World - Chapter 93: The Weight of False Peace
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There was no wind.
No rite.
No warning.
One breath he was watching the stone shift beneath his feet—
The next, he was home.
The kitchen smelled like apple pie and lemon.
Morning light poured across the marble counter, warming his fingers as he reached for a teacup.
"Are you going to stare at it all morning?" came a voice from behind.
Lucian turned, and there she was.
Camellia.
She laughed as ...
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