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CHAPTER 47: THE SECRET MY FATHER BURIED
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2026-09-16 16:11:00"Your father left this for you."
I looked up as Marco set an ordinary-looking box on the table, unremarkable except for the handwriting scrawled across its lid.
I recognized it instantly.
My hand hovered over the box, hesitant. I'd already discovered too many things I wished I hadn't since finding that first photograph. But I opened it anyway, and found documents inside, along with a symbol I'd seen before, painted across an ally's building, hidden inside my
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