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Chapter 92: The Cold Shadow
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2026-09-08 16:00:19Carmela POV
The antique grandfather clock in the corner of my private study chimed three times, its steady pendulum swinging behind stained glass. Outside, the Tuscan hills were blanketed in thick fog, hiding the silver olive trees in darkness. The estate was dead quiet, save for the rhythmic patter of cold rain against the tall arched windows, but inside my mind, every gear was turning with mechanical precision.I sat at my mahogany desk, staring at a burner phone resting beside a
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