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            <title>SATURDAY 91</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[I had a nightmare. I don&#8217;t remember it well, but I saw scattered glimpses of a crematorium. After blankly looking around the crematorium, I suddenly snapped to my senses to find myself lying in a cramped space, blocked off on all sides. Soon, that space rattled and moved. The sound of a button being pressed echoed with strange clarity, and the moment I felt…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[“&#8230;What do you mean?” ‘Inyoung’ answered in a laughing voice. When Taeseon let go of his hands, he slipped out of the embrace and stood a step back. Taeseon glared at him silently. Well-groomed brown hair, fair skin, a slender and somewhat thin frame. The corners of the eyes looked gentle even though they were slanted upward, and the mournful brown pupils were full…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[The curtains opened along with soft white noise, as if the alarm time had arrived. As the blackout curtains retracted, the warm early winter sunlight rushed in like a wave, instantly touching my body. The temperature of the sunlight brushing against my bare skin felt indescribably good. I rolled over once on the bed with a faint smile on my lips. The snug feeling…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[&#8220;Last Friday, Jang Sehyeon went into the room to inject the Chairman with diuretics instead of a nurse. At that time, Mother, you were sleeping. Because Jang Sehyeon had administered a sedative beforehand.&#8221; &#8220;&#8230;.&#8221; &#8220;And Jang Sehyeon injected the Furosemide prescribed to the Chairman. Of course, as the Chairman&#8217;s condition improved, the prescribed dosage and administration intervals for the diuretics had been reduced, but…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 87</title>
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            <description><![CDATA[To be precise, the owner of that voice was&#8230; “Mr. Inha?” “&#8230;Ah, yes. My apologies. Thank you for visiting despite your busy schedule.” “Your impression is quite different from when I saw you before. Well, considering the circumstances&#8230;. Take heart. The Jegang Group depends on you now.” “Thank you.” If it had been the real Inha, he could have said something far more plausible,…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 86</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 14 Aug 2026 13:43:48 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[Hong Sayoung woke up feeling a breeze blowing from somewhere. When she opened her eyes, the hospital room was dim, and the spot where her husband&#8217;s bed had been until just a few days ago was empty. Her heart felt as if it were being crushed again. Suddenly, she felt a shadow cast beside her. Turning her gaze, she saw a torso dressed in…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[When we went outside, the Shaman and the Professor were indeed there, dressed in black suits and greeting the members of the funeral committee. The Shaman was already acquainted with some of the company executives who were close to my father. I combed my hair, which had become messy from sleeping, straightened my crumpled clothes, and stepped out into the funeral parlor. The Shaman…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[Father passed away in vain. The cause of death was cardiac arrest due to pulmonary edema. They had said he was recovering and in very good condition, but he suddenly took a turn for the worse and passed away before anyone could do a thing. When I arrived at the hospital, CPR was already being performed; the medical staff pressed down on his chest…]]></description>

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            <description><![CDATA[My mother’s eyes were shining so intensely they almost flickered. I reflexively looked at my father. He quietly turned his head away, avoiding my gaze. In that moment, my vision spun rapidly, and I clearly saw a side profile of the Professor standing near the hospital room door. Fortunately, my vision returned quickly, but the process caused severe dizziness. As I staggered, Mr. Taeseon…]]></description>

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            <title>SATURDAY 82</title>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2026 13:35:16 +0000</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[“CEO Lee!” Mother cried out, her face turning pale. It was almost pitiful to see her quickly checking the Shaman’s reaction. I realized once again that Mother served the Shaman with true desperation. Mr. Taeseon took a cell phone from his pocket, turned on the screen, and showed a photo to Mother and Father. I caught a glimpse of it too, but it was…]]></description>

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