35 Upheaval Period (4)

#112

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C-18 District.

A pure white silence had fallen, as if the frantic situation from just moments ago had been a lie.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't complete silence.

Because the choir's singing carried through it.

“Pleni sunt caeli et terra~ Gloria tua~”

I had no clue what the lyrics meant.

But it was as sweet and beautiful as something a boys' choir would sing—one where they'd kick you out the moment hair grew on your dick.

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