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Chapter 6

Penulis: A. Leilani
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Chapter 6

"Whisper_119 went dark two years ago," she said carefully, neither confirming nor denying she knew anything about the identity. "Everyone knows that. Why are you still looking?"

"Because I need someone with those skills," Rhys said. "And because I don't believe Whisper_119 is really gone. I think they're just... dormant. Waiting for the right opportunity to resurface."

"And if you can't find Whisper_119? What then?"

Rhys smiled slightly. "Then I suppose I'd have to settle for someone
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So he has her other son. Hmmm interesting.
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