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BLOOD AND VOWS ALL THAT WE BURIED
CHAPTER FOURTY-EIGHTALL THAT WE BURIED“The deeper you dig into the past, the more it starts digging back.”The mountains rose like broken teeth from the Austrian horizon, white-capped and indifferent. They held no memory of blood, no record of names. Snow covered every ruin eventually. But buried beneath the southern slope of what the locals called Todesspitze—Death Peak—was a structure that predated the Cold War, the Reich, the Empire before it. No markers. No flags. Just the hum beneath the ground, faint and rhythmic, like a second heartbeat waiting to be acknowledged.Alessio sat in the rear of the modified transport van as they climbed the narrow mountain path. A three-man team from Sofia’s personal network drove ahead in a decoy vehicle. They didn’t know the mission. Just that the people inside the main van carried something older than bullets and more dangerous than explosives: memory that refused to stay buried.Bianca sat across from him, gloves on, eyes locked on the case i
BLOOD AND VOWS THE ONES WHO WATCHED IT HAPPEN
CHAPTER FORTY-SIXTHE ONES WHO WATCHED IT HAPPEN“The worst kind of witness isn’t the one who speaks after the crime. It’s the one who knew it was coming and stayed silent.”The room was colder than when they left it. That was the first thing Bianca noticed. No change in temperature on paper. No obvious shift in the thermostat. But the air had changed. Heavier. Stiller. As if the oxygen had stopped circulating the moment they found the body in the Istanbul vault. As if the vault had not sealed, but exhaled something that still lingered in their lungs.Back inside the house, their boots left faint imprints on the marble that hadn’t been there before. The dust was disturbed—not by footsteps that came in through a door, but by something that had been there already. The kind of presence that doesn’t enter from outside, but simply waits for the right silence to step forward.Sofia noticed first. Her hand twitched toward the weapon at her side. Alessio simply stopped walking. No orders. No
BLOOD AND VOWS WHAT THE SILENCE COVERED
---CHAPTER FORTY-SIXWHAT THE SILENCE COVERED“Not everything buried was meant to be found. Some things were buried to keep the living from becoming worse than the dead.”The plane touched down in Istanbul just after midnight. No official manifest. No customs. No one waiting. Alessio, Bianca, Sofia, and Rosa stepped onto the tarmac wearing plain black coats, faces clean, no weapons in hand—but every one of them carried the weight of the last vault under their skin. Tomaso stayed behind to lock down the estate. Someone had to keep the fire lit in case they didn’t come back.The van waiting at the edge of the runway had no plates. A driver sat in the front seat, face hidden beneath a gray cap, no words spoken. When Alessio opened the side door, he found a folder waiting on the seat. Inside—coordinates, a skeletal map of the Old City, and a list of known “anomalies.” That was the word used. Not threats. Not traps. Anomalies. As if they weren’t heading into danger, but into something unn
BLOOD AND VOWS BO SAINTS LEFT
---CHAPTER FORTY-FIVENO SAINTS LEFT“Legacy isn’t made by saints. It’s written by survivors who outlive their guilt long enough to become myth.”Alessio stood on the upper balcony facing the courtyard, arms resting on the railing, coat hanging open, the dawn casting a faint gold over what was left of the estate. Beneath him, the stone was cracked, the walls scorched, the eastern garden reduced to black soil. The sky was the only thing untouched. Every breath tasted like ash, and not just from fire—but from memory. It had been six days since the vault sealed. Six days since Emilia’s death. Six days since the old monster beneath their house had swallowed the sins of a hundred years and quieted.And yet, Alessio hadn’t slept once without hearing it again.Not in dreams—he no longer had those.He heard it in the silence.The thing they buried hadn’t just wanted blood.It wanted acknowledgment.And it hadn’t gotten it.Not fully.He lit a cigarette with fingers that barely trembled, not
BLOOD AND VOWS THE PRICE OF SILENCE
---CHAPTER FORTY-FOURTHE PRICE OF SILENCE“Peace doesn’t come free. It comes with whatever you were too afraid to face during the war.”The vault was sealed. But the war didn’t end. Not really. The tremors beneath the estate had stopped. The air pressure no longer cracked the plaster in the ceilings. The blood stopped crawling up from the cracks. But something inside the survivors kept moving, kept trembling, as if the thing they buried didn’t die—it simply moved into them. That was the kind of silence the vault left behind. Not empty. Charged. Like static before a storm.Bianca hadn’t spoken in two days. She hadn’t eaten in one. Since Emilia’s sacrifice, she’d spent nearly every hour inside the old chapel, staring at the brass plaque mounted under the flame where Emilia’s name now sat—etched, final, shallow and yet heavier than all the stone in the room. She didn’t cry. She didn’t kneel. She just stood there, candle after candle melting down beside her. When the staff tried to clea
BLOOD AND VOWS WHERE THE LIGHT FORGOT US
---CHAPTER FORTY-TWOWHERE THE LIGHT FORGOT US“There are places that remember more than we do. And when they speak, they don’t whisper. They take.”It began the moment Alessio opened the second box. No boom. No glow. No cinematic flare. Just silence, so absolute it squeezed the air out of their lungs. The box didn’t creak, didn’t shift. It simply accepted his hand like it had been waiting for it. Inside was nothing dramatic—no relic, no cursed object—just one yellowed piece of folded paper, and a single bullet, dark grey, carved with ancient Moretti script etched into its base. One item. One message. One decision.He held the bullet in his palm and stared at it for a long time. It wasn’t ordinary. It was heavier than it should’ve been. Not by weight, but by meaning. Holding it felt like holding confession, like every terrible truth his family buried had been compacted into a single piece of metal designed for one purpose only: to end something.Next to him, Emilia stood rigid, her e
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