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chapter 574

Author: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-10-08 01:14:37

POV: Matteo

"Do not move, Matteo. Pietro is coming out of the back door with the sack. Count the loaves, and if he drops even one in the cart, tell me."

I am Matteo, and it was Livia Marchetti who whispered it, crouched beside me behind a barrel of flour on a gray Friday dawn. Livia was Camilla's granddaughter, young and sharp as a needle. Her husband Adrian Rinaldi knelt on my other side with his hand on my elbow. The three of us were wedged in a stinking alley behind the Valenti bakery, with
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