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CHAPTER 55 — THE FLAME OF VENGEANCE (TRISTAN/LÖWE)
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2026-04-29 21:27:45
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I descended the embankment carefully, feet slipping on the loose dirt, hands steady on the pistol.The car was on its side, doors crushed, windows shattered. The smell of gasoline and blood filled the air, sweet and sour at the same time.The driver was partially outside the vehicle, body twisted in an angle no human being should occupy.His eyes were open, fixed on nothing.Dead.I walked past him without looking. I didn’t care.Cassius was in the back seat — or what remained of it. The dark suit was torn, stained with blood.His face was marked by cuts and bruises. One of his legs was trapped under the crushed metal, and he groaned — a low, hoarse sound from someone who was alive against all odds.“Tristan,” he whispered, eyes glazed with pain. “Help me.”“I will help.” I knelt beside him, pistol still in hand. “But first, I want to hear you beg.”“What?”“You spent your entire life taking. Killing. Destroying. Now I want to hear you beg.”Cassius’s face contorted — not from physica
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