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Chapter 48 — Breath of Fire

작가: J. Cross
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Seb

I STOOD in my private study, my eyes fixed on a stack of tactical reports.

Suddenly, a muffled splash echoed down the hall. It was followed by a sharp, cruel laugh that I recognized instantly.

Alessandra.

My heart stopped beating for a second. I threw my pen down, grabbed my gun from the desk, and ran out into the quiet corridor. I sprinted toward the indoor pool room, my leather boots thudding against the polished floor.

I pushed the heavy glass doors open.

Alessandra stood near the deep e
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