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Chapter 133 — Utility

مؤلف: Dakota Quinn
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The conversation happens at two in the morning on the third day of the operation.

This is the only kind of time Maya has left for important things now: the narrow gap between one crisis and the next, generally at an hour when civilization has the decency to be asleep.

She stands at the map, rebuilding routes around the seventh.

The blackout holds.

Pete and Ben remain camped on the watcher’s relay, taking shifts that are mostly theoretical because neither of t

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