"Frankly, it can't be done."

In the small and messy bedroom, surrounded by three people, Elizabeth Lemon sat on the edge of the bed expressionlessly. The military uniform that did not fit seemed more like a prison uniform. She refused with the most decisive attitude: "I hope It is simply impossible to reproduce a complete difference engine in Clovis."

"That's not what you said before, Miss Elizabeth." Resisting the humiliation of being slapped in the face, Fabian narrowed his eyes slightly

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