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chapter 7

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Chapter 7: The Serpent’s Coil

​The fog at the North Docks was thick enough to swallow a man whole. I stood under the flickering yellow light of the pier, my skin crawling. The gold serpent necklace felt like Dante’s fingers around my throat—possessive, heavy, and cold.

​"You’re late, Viktor," I called out into the mist.

​A black sedan rolled forward, its headlights cutting through the gray. Viktor Romanov stepped out, a jagged smile on his face. He looked at me like I was a meal he’d been waiti
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