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Chapter 139: The Sixth Note

Author: David Writes
last update publish date: 2026-05-19 07:10:24

Luciano’s POV

That night, Jose and I made our way to St. Jude's chapel. Neither of us had ever come here before. In fact, I was so unaware of this place that when Lorenzo said St. Jude, I assumed he was talking about the convent where Mariella grew up.

We chose to come here at night so we could reduce the chances of being followed. As we walked through the chapel doors, gently closing them behind us, I turned on my flashlight to take a look around. Judging by how dark and lonely the place was,
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