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chapter 691

Author: Deedson
last update publish date: 2026-11-04 00:56:09

POV: Matteo

“Varga needs two signatures to arrest your wife. A judge in the capital, whom he can buy, and the Director of the southern office, who is standing in this kitchen and still has not decided whether she is brave.”

I am Matteo, and Hallam said it at eleven that night, in a low, dry voice, while Corvo stood very still in the doorway and stared at the floor. The ring of hands around Rosa’s table had broken apart. Chairs scraped. Somebody dropped a spoon. Isabella sat with her fingers sti
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