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Chapter 87: The Harmattan Vanguard

مؤلف: Ruthie B
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-19 00:42:36

Catherine’s POV

The soft click of the manual typewriter carriage returning to its starting position sounded like a physical lock sliding into place. I stood in the center of David the Second’s study, looking at my family. The air conditioning hummed a low, cool counterpoint to the dry, dust-laden wind pressing against the reinforced glass windows from the Abuja night outside.

"The Sunday night network initialization is scheduled for twenty-two hundred hours, Catherine," David the Second noted,
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