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CHAPTER 192

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Coleman Manor Ruins – Midnight

The flames devoured Michael's childhood home with the same hunger he'd once reserved for me—insatiable, indiscriminate, consuming everything in their path with a primal roar that drowned out the distant wail of too-late sirens. The fire painted the midnight sky in furious oranges and vengeful reds, visible for miles across the manicured landscape of Connecticut old money where the Coleman family had planted their flag generations before Michael was born.

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