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CHAPTER 19: Protective Mother

Author: supremoAR
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 13:24:47

​The neon lights of La Grande Épicerie de Paris flickered through the heavy sheet of rain outside, casting long, fractured shadows across the covered entrance of the gourmet establishment. The air smelled of wet asphalt, damp wool, and the bitter, sharp ozone of a full-blown European thunderstorm.

​Damien Alaric Monteverde didn't move. He stood completely rigid under the concrete overhang, his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his tailored black coat, his eyes locked onto the glass slidi
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