Chapter 315. As I Thought… This Won’t Do A wind scattering, snow flurries fluttering, and Deculan. Aster stood in the very middle of a vicious winter. The vicious karmic tie of the past, the knot he hadn’t been able to untangle—dragging it into this life had been Aster’s own doing. So there was no regret. He only drew it in...
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