The Seal Stone

When the seal stone reaches its true seal, the apocalypse must break. At the end of every apocalypse, there are lives lost. To whom does this honor belong? •I ran my finger around the circle of his tattoo one turn. "Do you feel?" ' I asked bitterly. "There's a big sign right here." If he spoke bravely, he would probably say stamp. Or damn. "You don't see it, but you feel it. It's right here. A rope that wraps you around you." My other hand slipped down Cesur's arm and my fingers tangled in his. “A web that connects everything,” I said, admiring his tattoo. "Just like me." •

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Chapter 32

When he stopped his brave steps, I had to make a sudden brake to avoid hitting him. He opened the door of his room and turned on the light.

Just as I parted my lips to ask where I was going to sleep, I caught my eye on the things he had taken down from the top shelf of the closet. "I like the floor mattress."

Cesur, who was making a bed for himself, was right in front of me and looked a little funny. After finishing a few steps well, she threw her pillow on the bed haphazardly.

"I can't let you sleep in street clothes either." I don't know if he was too meticulous and organized or if it was just me. He stood in front of his closet and looked at it for a while, then pulled out a set of his pajamas. "Here, put these on."

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