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When Shadows Speak

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The envelope arrived in the early evening.

No courier. No stamp. No signature.

Just a smooth black envelope, slipped beneath the door to the Volkov Foundation’s private floor.

Pavel found it first.

He scanned the outer surface for chemical agents. Traps. Microchips.

Nothing.

Then he opened it with gloved hands and froze.

Inside, a single sheet of cream cardstock. Heavyweight. Watermarked.

No threats. No blood.

Just a note, hand-penned in clean Czech:

She carries our name whether you claim it or not. This is not a request. Meet me. Midnight. Neutral ground.

— Dasha Kralović.

Anya read the name once.

Twice.

Dasha.

Not Milan.

Not a cousin in the shadows.

But the matriarch.

The widow of Tomas Kralović.

The woman who had married her mother in secret.

The woman who, by blood, had once been meant to raise Anya.

She read it again and felt the words land differently this time:

She carries our name whether you claim it or not.

Anya sat down slowly, the paper still in her
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