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Chapter 127 — The Ghost of Milan

Auteur: J. Cross
last update Date de publication: 2026-10-21 23:47:21

Seb

The freezing rain beat hard against the small, dirt-streaked window of the mountain cabin.

I sat alone at a rough wooden table in the dark, the sharp smell of pine resin, damp stone, and cheap rubbing alcohol thick in the air.

The hidden cabin sat deep in the Swiss-Italian border mountains, tucked high above the winding valley roads where federal patrol cars were actively searching every highway checkpoint.

My black suit jacket lay ruined on the wooden floorboards, soaked through with river
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