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Chapter Forty-Three Part 1: The Purge

last update publish date: 2026-04-04 12:29:12

The recessional.

Music swelled. Triumphant. Victorious. Celebrating.

Dante took her hand. Led her back down the aisle. Past the guests. Past the cameras. Past the witnesses.

Mr. and Mrs. Santoro.

Husband and wife.

Legally bound. Forever.

The guests applauded. The cameras recorded. The broadcast continued. Showing the world. Showing Triplicity. Showing everyone.

Dante's triumph. His beautiful bride. His perfect weapon now legally, permanently his.

They exited the church. Into waiting cars. Black
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