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Chapter 22 Cover of the Cello

Author: Skyrainbow
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-04-09 20:16:42

The cellist sat on a wooden riser in the corner, dragging his bow across the strings with a rhythmic, violent edge. The notes were heavy, pressing against the marble walls until the air itself seemed to hum.

Lina Rossi stood by the velvet rope, her fingers damp from the condensation on her glass. The chill from the champagne was nothing compared to the cold realization settling in her chest.

Men in bespoke suits huddled in circles. Women in silk shifted with practiced poise. In the corner, Jud
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