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Chapter 77 To Save A Loved One
Author: Leena Mustafa
last update2026-04-16 06:41:54

The satellite phone rang in the dead of night, its shrill tone cutting through the silence of Shihab's quarters like a blade. He was awake in an instant, his hand closing around the device before the second ring. Only one person called this line at such an hour.

"Ayham?" His voice was rough with sleep and sudden fear. "What's wrong?"

"It's Mama," Ayham said, and the words hit Shihab like a physical blow. His mother. His strong, resilient mother who had survived the fall of the world, who had ra
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