Chapter 376 Thud. With a short sound, the wooden doll’s shoulder jerked. It was the warped creak of wood struck by a fist. Naturally, it was my fist that had hit the doll. Drip. My cold sweat fell onto the wooden doll. [Again.] Thud. The doll’s joint twisted, turning its arm at a grotesque angle. The wooden doll had no...
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