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Sirian's words exploded in the library like a clap of thunder, freezing the amusement and coldness on Rolf's face. The pupils behind his lenses seemed to truly, for the first time, reassess the "junior clerk" standing before him, soaked by the rain and pushed to the brink. The air in the study was sucked dry, leaving only the crackling of the fireplace and the silent, tense standoff between the two men. In fact, Sirian had never expected to persuade him from the start. All along, his…-
2.4 M • Ongoing
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In the cold drizzle, the grotesque steel jungle of the Inner City appeared even more distorted. The buildings, like metallic tumor masses kneaded by an invisible giant hand, pressed and piled upon each other, resembling indistinct heaps of fallen corpses. In comparison, Sirian's figure seemed especially minuscule. A grating hiss sounded from all directions; the cooling system of the Beacon Lighthouse had begun operating, causing the scorching residual heat to violently collide with…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Elton picked up his bedding, having just woken from sleep, and stared blankly out the window. Rain, endless rain. Even though the doors and windows were tightly shut, waves of cold still swept over his body. He shivered violently, and only then did his soul seem to catch up with his body, adding a spark of light to his eyes. “It’s so cold…” Elton sighed faintly. For some reason, he felt that this year's rainy season was especially chilling; the continuous drizzle raised endless…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Rain, like countless fine needles, pricked the concrete ground of Heer City, kicking up a hazy mist. Sirian couldn't remember how he left the intensive care unit. When he came to, he was already sitting on the cold, damp steps, his jacket soaked through by the rain, a chill seeping into his bones. Looking up, the sky was a oppressive lead-grey, the faint morning light completely swallowed by heavy rain clouds. The radio last night had reported that, according to the Star Gazers, this…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Sirian practically burst through the hospital doors, his hurried footsteps echoing hollowly down the corridor, each step like a drumbeat on a taut membrane. Turning a corner filled with whispers and groans, the blinding white light from the emergency room poured out, scorching his eyes. Sirian stopped. The smell of disinfectant mixed with blood hung like a thick fog, pressing down on his nostrils and lungs. “Damn it… damn it…” He cursed incessantly, his hand in his pocket…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The air seemed to solidify, and the atmosphere became oppressive and heavy. However, Dailin calmly sorted the documents, placing them neatly on the desk. During the recent debate about justice, he had been prepared to be killed by Dekar, but the Director, whom he respected deeply, had only left in anger. In that moment, Dailin had doubted if his judgment was wrong—perhaps The Formless One was someone else? But now, Dekar had returned. With the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"Repentance?" Dekar looked at Dailin with surprise, as if seeing him anew. Dailin was slumped deep in his chair, one hand wearily rubbing his brow, while between the fingers of his other hand, a cigarette had burned to its end, a long column of ash precariously clinging. He took one last deep drag, the tiny red ember flaring brightly before being harshly extinguished on the edge of the ashtray. The office fell into an even deeper silence, broken only by the faint patter of…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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"I'll be going now." Sirian inhaled the unique scent of old paper mixed with dust, and left the City Guard Bureau before the rain intensified. Consequently, only a handful of people remained inside the bureau. Facing the empty office, Dailin casually lit a cigarette, taking deep drags. After the cigarette burned down, he felt refreshed and began flipping through the final stack of documents. Perhaps having lost all hope, this time Dailin skimmed through the…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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The City-State Council made no secret of its malice towards Reverse Falcon, and within a few days, similar rumors spread throughout Heer City. The existence once regarded as a hero by the people, in the blink of an eye, became an enemy of the city. Some protested, some agreed, and some were indifferent, watching coldly as if it didn't concern them. In a bar by the street, Elton sat at the counter, his hands nervously clutching a cold glass, enduring the endless inquiries around…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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Heer City during the rainy season was always gloomy. The misty water vapor mixed with the exhaust gas released by the Beacon Lighthouse, blending together to form a thick layer of clouds that enveloped the city. Rolf, as usual, was holed up in his inner-city mansion. Though it was noon, the light was incredibly dim, casting an iron-grey shadow over the interior. “A victory declaration?” Rolf held the document, his fingertips slightly white from the force. “This is going to be…
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2.4 M • Ongoing
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