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Chapter 65: Ashes

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Flashing red and blue lights cast eerie glows across the manicured grounds now stained with death and chaos. Ambulances rolled in and out of the gates, their sirens muted by the hush of mourning that had settled like a fog.

Dante stood at the edge of the estate’s front steps, his shirt slightly wrinkled and a faint trace of dried blood clinging to his cuff. His sharp eyes scanned the scene in front of him—the aftermath of a massacre wrapped in silence and grief. He held a phone to his ear.

“Make sure not a single image gets out. I don’t want a single reporter or blogger breathing a word of this,” he instructed coldly.

Luka, standing nearby with his own phone pressed to his ear, gave a brief nod. “Understood. I’ve already contacted every media outlet within the region. Any leaks will be tracked and shut down.”

Dante ended the call and turned his gaze to the line of bodies being loaded into ambulances. White sheets covered them, concealing the brutal ends they had suffered, but not the
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