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The Man Who Talked.

Auteur: Elieroi
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-08 15:04:09

The interrogation lasted three hours.

Lucia was not allowed in the room. Damian had left her in the bedroom with two guards outside the door and a quiet order to rest. She had not rested. She sat on the edge of the bed in one of his shirts, listening to the distant, muffled sounds that occasionally rose from the lower levels of the house, a raised voice, a heavy impact, then long stretches of silence that were somehow worse.

When Damian finally returned, the sky beyond the windows had turned th
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