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Chapter 11: Lyra

مؤلف: Roxy Hart
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I heard about the engagement on Thursday.

Pol mentioned it while we were waiting for the centrifuge. He had heard it from someone at the Ironveil branch of the institute network, who had heard it from someone at the administrative office, which was how pack news traveled: not in announcements but in layers, each person adding one degree of distance until the information arrived somewhere neutral and unremarkable, like a shared lab with a centrifuge running and a colleague who had no idea the ne
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