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Chapter Seventy—The First Fracture

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Malachi's P.O.V

The report arrived at the wrong time.

It wasn’t late though — my observers understood the cost of late, and none of them had made that mistake twice. It arrived at the correct interval, through the correct channel, formatted with the precision I required from everyone in my employ. The problem was not the timing of the report. The problem was its contents, and the specific way those contents didn't quite fit the shape of what I had been expecting.

I read it once, set it down, an
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