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The Flower at His Funeral

作者: Constyken
last update 最終更新日: 2025-06-25 22:06:04

“Before betrayal, there was a moment. A look. A choice.”

The rain came back as if it had never truly left.

First, it whispered—a shy tapping against the high windows, like fingers too hesitant to knock. Then it grew louder, bold, relentless, drowning the silence with the rhythm of something ancient and mournful. Thunder rolled overhead like a warning too old to matter. Lightning painted skeletal shadows across the estate walls. And inside that fortress of stone and secrets, Leora stood still—rigid, framed by the window like a ghost in a forgotten portrait.

Her phone buzzed again in her palm.

A single message. Short. But it burned like an ember held too long against skin.

“Do you still wear violets, Leora?”

That was all.

Not a threat. Not a name. Just a memory turned weapon. And it shook her in a way bullets and blackmail never had.

Behind her, the quiet snapped like a bone. Allerick’s voice pierced the tension, hard and commanding.

“Lock it down,” he barked into his secure line. “Now.
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