Chapter 142 WELCOME TO THE ECHELON — PART ONE

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The East Chapel ruins clawed at the night sky like the ribcage of something long dead and better left buried. Half-collapsed walls, weather-worn archways, and gnarled ivy choking out old sanctity. What remained stood like bones, hollowed, brittle, sacred in the way trauma sometimes is. Moo...

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