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Chapter 37

Penulis: Leonard
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The thin ticking of the pocket watch, now beating steadily in Dante’s vest pocket, felt like a second, unfamiliar heartbeat. In the silence of his room in Switzerland, the sound became a metronome for the emptiness that had taken hold of his soul. Dante stood before the vast window overlooking Lake Geneva. Morning mist still clung to the water’s surface, creating a view that was serene yet lifeless—exactly how he felt after the “celebration” of Vargas’s destruction the night before.

He had won
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