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Chapter 53
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2025-06-09 00:01:08The cell was colder than she remembered.
Or maybe it was her.
Seraphina stood just inside the doorway, gloved hands tucked into the pockets of her black coat, eyes fixed on the Adriana.
She was slumped against the wall, lips dry, eyes sharp despite the bruising. She looked unpleasant now. Diminished. But not broken.
Not yet.
“You came back,” Adriana rasped. “Didn’t get enough last time?”
Seraphina closed the door behind her without answering.
She stepped forward, each step echoing on stone.
“No more pain,” she said. “Not today.”
Adriana’s smile was bitter. “Pity. You were quite good at it.”
Seraphina knelt across from her, crossing her legs in silence.
She took out a small recorder and pressed it on—not hidden, not subtle.
“Speak freely,” she said. “This is off record. No lawyers. No clocks. Just
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