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CHAPTER 102: ASKING VOSS

مؤلف: Frank Cannon
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Morning came with ninety four percent.

My grandmother assessed me before breakfast without ceremony. She came in, ran the check, said ninety four, and left. I heard her in the corridor telling Dante the number as she passed his room. He said good. She said adequate. They had clearly reached a working understanding about the standards for what constituted acceptable power levels.

I dressed and went to the courtyard.

Not the training circle. The bench where my gran
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  • Rejected Luna of the Mafia Alpha   CHAPTER 126: FOUR DAYS TO COMPLETE

    I told the estate that evening at dinner.Not a formal announcement. I sat at the table and said it the way you say things that matter at a table where the people gathered are used to matters being said plainly."The sixth network wolf arrives in four days," I said. "Her name is Lior. She carries the trajectory reading expression. When she arrives the network's core architecture will be complete for the first time since Lyra."The table was quiet for a moment.Not the anxious quiet of crisis. Something warmer than that.My father set down his cup.My grandmother looked at the table with the specific expression she used when something significantly exceeded her projection and she was finding it beautiful rather than alarming.Dela looked at Ros. Ros was already reading the quality of the room's response. The relational warmth of a group of people receiving information that told them the work they had been doing was almost at something."Four days," Bia

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  • Rejected Luna of the Mafia Alpha   CHAPTER 31: GRANDMOTHER'S SHADOW

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