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CHAPTER 8:THE ATTACK

Penulis: Osmosis_writes✍️
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-30 04:11:30

The car arrived at midnight.

Zara was waiting by the door of her apartment, a small bag clutched to her chest. She had packed lightly—a change of clothes, her mother's photograph, the notebook she had been writing in, and the business card Dante had given her on that first day. Everything else could burn. Everything else could stay behind.

The driver was the same man with the scar across his jaw. He opened the door without a word, his expression unreadable. She slid into the back seat, and the
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