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The London Sector

作者: Odunayo
last update 公開日: 2026-05-28 22:05:11

CHAPTER 141: THE LONDON SECTOR

The "Lagos-grit" had taught me that a corporate boardroom isn’t any different from a back-alley auction block in the Rust-District. The suits are more expensive, the air conditioning keeps the smell of sweat away, but the eyes are exactly the same—the eyes of people who look at a human life and see nothing but a decimal point on a quarterly report.

The London-Zora—the woman who had sat in this climate-controlled tower while forty-one of my sisters were turned into
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