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Chapter Seventy-Nine: Under the Surface

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Ama Kofi fixed the node in thirty-one hours.

Damien brought the news into the kitchen on Thursday evening while Selene was making tea. He carried his phone like a dropped weapon—his shoulders lightened by the sudden absence of a heavy thing. She watched him cross the room and didn't say I told you it was solvable. She hadn't said it on Tuesday morning; she wasn't going to weaponize it now.

She poured a second cup, set it on the counter, and returned to her laptop.

They sat together in the Thurs
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