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Chapter 36: Digging her own grave

Penulis: Ray Michael
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-03 23:57:57

“Leaking? The panels are just leaking?” Claire echoed in surprise, before taking a whole minute to laugh. She cackled so hard, tears gathered in the corners of her eyes.

Finally, she paused and regained herself. “Sorry for laughing,” she said, not in the tiniest bit sorry. “But I think you're missing something here. Nobody's discussing the weather. What does the sun have to do with bad supplies?”

Lyra wasn't shaken by Claire's performance. Instead, she just explained casually. “That's my point.
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