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Trapped in a Novel as the D-Class Alpha I Hated Most - Chapter 137: The Cost Of A Fantasy
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... lls so thick I can almost taste it—sterile and cold, like the air before a storm. I lean back in the head chair, my spine pressed against the leather, my fingers steepled in front of me.
My eyes stay fixed on the tablet screen—the news poisoning my morning, the faces of strangers dissecting my family.
My face is a mask. Cold. Unreadable.
The Best Feeling project crew stands before me in a rigid line. Every single one of them stares at the floor, at the table, at anything ...
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