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Chapter 453: Teacher Bloom (r-18)
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... le, crystal chandeliers, and old-money arrogance — was now a tomb of ruin.
Four days after Phei’s rage had torn through it like the wrath of an angry god, the space remained exactly as he had left it: walls cracked in fractal patterns of black ice that refused to melt, floors cratered where bodies had been slammed, furniture reduced to splinters and dust.
Shattered glass still glittered like fallen stars across the marble.
The air itself still tasted of o ...
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