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CHAPTER 125 : THE SUMMONS 3

Auteur: Déesse
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-27 15:35:00

I leave the police station. I walk in the falling snow. I walk without knowing where I'm going, without knowing what I'm doing, without knowing what I'm thinking. I walk because if I stop, if I think, if I think of Sabrina, of what she did, of what she wanted to do, of what she would have done if I hadn't been there, if I hadn't hired detectives, if I hadn't put my money, my power, my will into discovering the truth—I collapse, I fall, I disappear into this falling snow, falling, fa
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