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My Scumbag System - Chapter 390: Our Disaster
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... but close enough that frost began forming on her fingertips.
"The guardians were ice-aligned," she said. "Connected to the cold. To the Garden’s winter aspect."
"And?"
"And I’m ice-aligned too." She looked at me. "What if the flower isn’t poison to me? What if it’s compatible?"
I grabbed her wrist, stopping her an inch from the petals.
"Or," I said carefully, "what if that’s exactly what it wants you to think? What if it’s counting on you making that conne ...
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