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Chapter 395 The False Mother Trial

Auteur: R.J. Sterling
last update Date de publication: 2026-07-06 23:37:41

The opening in the red room pulled at the children first.

Not their bodies.

Their attention.

That was worse.

Mira turned her head as if someone had called her name from a room she half remembered. Eli leaned against her side, face pale, one hand wrapped around the blue socks. Jonah held Bite so tightly one of the wolf's ears bent backward.

"Don't look," I said.

Every child looked.

The silver broadcast throne waited beyond the black slice, polis

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