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Chapter 87: Preparation

Autor: Karensia
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-24 02:07:45

- SIERRA

When I blinked my eyes open, my brain spent a solid five seconds trying to map the room.

Alright. The safehouse in Cologny.

I threw off the heavy blanket and swung my legs out of bed, my bare feet hitting the freezing floorboards.

The bedroom was a minimalist fortress of polished concrete and floor-to-ceiling glass, looking out over the misty, gray expanse of Lake Geneva. No clutter. No personal to, lookinguches. Just expensive, cold architecture designed for people who need to hide.
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