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26 | Inquiry
◇ KEL ◇
A long, tense silence filled the room as I stood before Mr. Falco. My legs felt a bit numb, weak, but that didn't really bother me. What held my attention was his apparent allegations regarding me being here at the same time his nephew's wife and new business associate almost got murdered.
Subtlety wasn't one of this family's strong suits, I reckon. Why did he even think I was affiliated to Niccolo? So what if
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