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            <title>SATURDAY 104</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 16 Oct 2026 14:03:59 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[“Did Yoon Inha appear? At night? &#8230;Is that why you were suffering from sleep paralysis?” “Um, yes&#8230;. But that’s not what’s important right now.” Before I knew it, we were in the dining room. A simple breakfast spread and a blue centerpiece were neatly arranged on the table where Mr. Taeseon and I sat closely facing each other. “Right, exactly. Though what you said…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;Inyoung&#8230;. Inyoung.&#8221; The voice calling me was low, and the touch grasping just above my wrist was gentle. As I slowly opened my eyes, a worried-looking Mr. Taeseon was standing there, leaning over the head of the bed. &#8220;I came in because I thought you might be sleeping too long&#8230; were you having a nightmare?&#8221; &#8220;Mmm&#8230;.&#8221; With hazy eyes, I looked at the clock…]]></description>

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            <pubDate>Fri, 09 Oct 2026 14:02:22 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Starting the conversation in a chilling voice, Inha whispered quickly and monotonously, as if reading stage directions, even though I did not answer. 「I raised someone like you. I even gave someone like you love once in a while. And yet you betray Mom and Dad? I&#8217;ve never seen such an ungrateful person. Our parents must be disappointed, thinking they shouldn&#8217;t have raised you…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 101</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 14:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Upon returning home after a long time, the first things that greeted me were a shabbiness and desolation I had never felt before. Dull shadows cast in the corners, ivory floors that somehow looked stained, and an inexplicable dampness&#8230; The house I knew wasn&#8217;t like this. It had always been bright in every nook and cranny, overflowing with opulence. Thanks to my mother&#8217;s exceptionally…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 100</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2026 14:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>twenty</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[After instructing the nurses to keep a close eye on Mom, I came home. Since I had informed them that she tried to jump out the window and that I was very uneasy, they were sure to take appropriate measures. Medical staff are just as sensitive to a patient&#8217;s suicide as the family is. Mom said it was okay now since the Shaman had…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 99</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[A dark light flickered in Shin Myeonghwa’s eyes. That light, rare for her, flashed while vividly carrying her emotions. The name of that emotion was, needless to say, anger. Hong Sayoung, receiving that gaze head-on, faltered. &#8220;Sh, Shaman&#8230;.&#8221; The bold momentum she had shown just a moment ago, saying she couldn&#8217;t give up the baby gown, had vanished; Hong Sayoung was discouraged like a…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[Shin Myeonghwa walked with a steady thud, thud, thud through the hospital corridor, which was somewhat dark as it was late at night. From getting out of the taxi to passing through the VIP entrance to this point, no one had stopped her. She had frequented this place that often. Despite being dim, the hospital had a warm and clean atmosphere. Even the air was different…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 97</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 21 Sep 2026 13:57:58 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;The plans went awry&#8230;&#8221; Mr. Taeseon said. And now, as he spoke about the Professor, there was not a trace of malice on Mr. Taeseon&#8217;s face. He had truly intended to kill the Professor and the Shaman without feeling a single pang of conscience. It was a situation where I should have felt eerie or repulsed, yet for some reason, I felt nothing. It…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 96</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 18 Sep 2026 13:57:03 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Me? No, I wasn&#8217;t that shocked. I was merely confused. However, Mr. Taeseon looked at me with a flustered expression. &#8220;&#8230;.&#8221; &#8220;I&#8230; I&#8217;m okay.&#8221; At that same moment, the Shaman burst into laughter. &#8220;Director Lee, I don&#8217;t know why a man who calls himself a businessman is being so foolish. You shouldn&#8217;t reveal your weaknesses so blatantly. Hmm?&#8221; For some reason, I didn&#8217;t feel…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 95</title>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 14 Sep 2026 13:56:13 +0000</pubDate>
            <dc:creator>twenty</dc:creator>
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            <description><![CDATA[The southbound highway, nearly empty, was silent. I turned my head at the sound of a soft tap, tap against the window. Rain, unpredicted by the forecast, had suddenly begun to fall. The downpour gradually intensified, and blending with that sound, the audio from the radio Mr. Taeseon had turned on echoed quietly. Before I knew it, it was nearing midnight. Mr. Taeseon tuned the frequency…]]></description>

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