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Chapter 179: Rex’s Line

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-14 19:24:24
Rex waited until the mother was gone and the pit had gone back to pretending at work.

“Use me,” he said.

Briar looked at him. “No.”

“Hear it,” he said. “The boy offered. You refused. The yard will keep asking until someone bleeds into that fourth line. I am not a child. I am not called Ironback. If the ditch wants a stitch, it can try a bond that already has an owner. If it takes, we learn. If it refuses, the mother loses her bargain.”

Wren, still by the jars, shook her head. “The ditch want
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