Rewriting the Fate of Mr.Kim~
Late night carvings~²⁶
The base camp was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the gentle night breeze. Most of the soldiers had long since retired to their tents, preparing for the next day’s mission. The silver moon hung high, casting a pale glow over the area, creating long shadows that stretched across the ground. Near the outskirts of the camp, a lone figure stood with his hands tucked into his pockets, his sharp eyes focused on the distant horizon—Jackson Wang.
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2025-02-14
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