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Chapter 34

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The drawing room of the Heidelberg estate was bathed in the amber glow of a dying sun. Outside, the Neckar River wound through the valley like a ribbon of hammered silver, indifferent to the tectonic shifts of human power occurring within the stone walls of the villa. For the first time in three thousand, six hundred and fifty-two days, William Thorne and Camelia Thorne were in a room without the hum of an intercom, the smudge of a fingerprint on reinforced glass, or the presence of a man with
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