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Chapter Twenty One: She Is Followed

Author: Silver Bird
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-30 23:41:18

Sienna spent the first day in the safe house the way she spent the first day anywhere new: learning it.

Not the layout, though she learned that too, the exits and the sightlines and the specific acoustics of each room that told you when someone was moving in the hallway outside. She learned the quality of the light at different hours and the sound the building made when the wind came off the lake and the particular rhythm of the two men Dante had posted on the building, their rotation pattern,
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