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the Funeral

Author: Favour
last update publish date: 2025-12-24 01:47:49

Chapter 47: The Funeral

They said it was him.

The coroner. The police. Even Marcus, who'd flown in the moment he heard. They all looked at that bloated, damaged face and said the same thing.

"It's Lucian Volkov. I'm sorry for your loss."

I didn't believe them.

Couldn't believe them.

That thing on the table—waterlogged, features barely recognizable, skin gray and peeling—that wasn't him. That wasn't my Lucian.

"The dental records match," the coroner said gently. He had kind eyes. Probably practi
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