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Chapter 119: Voices in the Dark
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2026-09-29 16:00:00POV: Valentina
My hand trembled as I pressed the green icon and brought the phone to my ear.
"Hello?" I whispered, my voice barely carrying across the small kitchen.
Sofia stood dead still by the counter, her eyes locked on my face. Beside her, Charles remained by the door frame, silent and watchful, a quiet sentinel in the background.
"Valentina. It’s Luca," a quiet, static-laced voice came through the speaker. He was speaking fast, his tone stripped of all
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