Chapter 60 The Kitchen Cataclysm

The deep, undisturbed serenity of the West Wing master suite vanished the exact millisecond the digital clock on the mahogany nightstand hit 8:30 AM.

Lyra’s eyelids fluttered open, her hyper-analytical senses immediately picking up a sudden, chaotic clattering that was vibrating violently through th...

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