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Chapter 116 Ghost Network
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2026-07-06 21:15:20The correct answer is yes.
A trap does not need teeth if it can learn your hands.
Say no, and I become the kind of mother Trust can override for fetal welfare. Say yes, and every future refusal can be framed as a failure to protect the child. The chair is warm under me. The straps hold my wrists with careful patience.
Sarah stands three steps away, gun lowered because Leo is on the other end of her obedience.
Renn has gone very still.
Mara kneels at the open
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