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Author: Spicy Candy
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-10-31 03:16:31

Liora's POV

Marquez had the photograph printed and waiting on the desk when I walked in.

It lay face up between a folder and a cold cup of coffee, the same restaurant, the same warm yellow light. Seeing it on paper somehow made it worse. On the screen it had been a glowing rectangle I could close. Here it was a thing in the room with us.

"Sit, Liora." Marquez gestured to the chair. Voss stood by the filing cabinet with his arms crossed, and he gave me a short nod, his eyes moving over my face.
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