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Chapter 66: The Sabotage

作者: jhumz
last update 公開日: 2025-11-03 14:36:00

Just when Leo thought the storm had passed, a new and more insidious threat emerged. It began with small things—a negative review of The Anchor Workshop on a local blog, a series of anonymous complaints to the county zoning board, a sudden and unexplained drop in online donations.

At first, Leo and Silas dismissed them as isolated incidents, the inevitable annoyances that came with a higher public profile. But the incidents escalated. A shipment of expensive wood for Silas's workshop was my
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