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Chapter 533: Anchors of Humanity
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... rapped in ancient bloodlines and fresh power. Ice jutted from the marble like it had erupted mid-scream. Shadows clung to walls like drunken gods licking velvet. And someone’s personal weather system had finally stopped sulking in the corner after turning three antique couches into aerial casualties.
It looked like the aftermath of a polite apocalypse.
Parker sat in the middle of it all, legs crossed, eyes heavy-lidded, posture relaxed like a man watching reruns of a show he’d al ...
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