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CHAPTER 239: THE GHOST WATCHES

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The champagne in the crystal flute was vintage Dom Pérignon, 1996. It tasted like apples, brioche, and patience.

Isabella Voss stood at the window of her penthouse on Fifth Avenue, looking down at the park. From the forty-second floor, the trees were just dark stains on the canvas of the city, and the cars were bioluminescent beetles crawling through the concrete veins.

It was quiet up here. The kind of silence that cost fifty million dollars. The kind of silence that suffocated screams.

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