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CHAPTER 143

Ciel.

The room is cold, it's not freezing, just cold enough to feel like the air doesn't want to touch him.

Ciel lays on the bed, he's motionless, still and lifeless, almost as if he's truly dead. He's wearing nothing but his briefs, his skin damp and wet and his hair sticky on his forehead, the o...