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“Papa!!”

作者: Ilya Graham
last update 公開日: 2026-03-27 17:21:12

Luca Mariani POV

I feel the floor cold underneath me and because I've been sitting here long enough to feel it through my clothes.

My hands have stopped shaking which is something. I press the back of my head against the wall and stare at the ceiling and breathe the way you breathe when your body is still deciding if the danger has passed.

It has passed. Well, probably.

The knife is gone, the gun is gone. Matteo is gone. What's left is this room and the sandalwood smell mixed with the sound of
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