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Chapter 90: The Plan Accelerates

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-07 07:42:15

Graziella

The burner phone feels hot against my ear.

I am pacing the small rug in the West Wing suite. My boots are laced tight. My black dress is heavy with the weight of secrets.

"Father," I whisper. "Pick up."

It is late. The church is closed. But Father Tommaso owes me. He owes me for the blood spilled on his floor. He owes me for the silence I kept about his involvement.

"Pronto?"

His voice is shaky. He hasn't slept well since the assassin died in his crypt.

"It’s time," I say.

"Graziella?
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