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Chapter 17: What the Machines Don't Say

作者: Vivian O
last update publish date: 2026-08-06 16:16:53

Dr. Owen Wells had delivered a lot of bad news in his career, enough that he'd developed a way of standing when he did it, shoulders squared but not stiff, hands visible and open like he wasn't hiding anything behind his back.

He used that same stance now, standing just inside the small consultation room where Daggy had been waiting for almost three hours, her hands wrapped so tight around a paper cup of coffee that it had gone cold and forgotten in her grip.

"Mrs. Lewis," he started, then caug
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