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Chapter 51: The Caribbean Aftermath

作者: Edwinayuss
last update 公開日: 2026-07-29 05:34:17

The tropical storm that had torn across the private cay was slowly receding, its violent winds softening into a warm, rhythmic sigh that rustled the heavy palms outside the villa. Through the shattered glass of the terrace doors, the scent of crushed orchids, wet limestone, and the sharp, clean tang of the salt-spray drifted into the master suite. It was a cavernous space of dark teakwood, raw silk, and polished white stone, completely isolated from the ruined study where Silas Vane had met his
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