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chapter 211

Author: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-08-30 17:13:39

POV: Matteo

"That name should not exist anywhere near my mother's handwriting, Salvatore, and I need you to explain to me right now exactly why it does." Enzo's voice trembled with a fury I had rarely heard from him, the fragile old letter shaking slightly in his grip.

Salvatore leaned closer, squinting at the faded ink at the bottom of the page, and I watched every ounce of color drain slowly from his face. "Corrado Vitale," he read aloud. "Matteo, that is Dante's grandfather. The man who chan
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