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... er coming from the kitchen. She couldn’t remember the last time a morning had felt so peaceful.
Stretching, she slipped on her boots and stepped out of her room. The hallway buzzed with activity. Samuel’s makeshift mechanical workshop hummed with a constant clink and grind of tools, while Alex’s voice carried over as he tried (and failed) to explain the intricacies of tactical strategy to Eliza.
"Morning," Harper greeted, balancing a tray of coffee mugs. "You’re missing the best ...
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