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Chapter 46: The Shadow Game 1

Auteur: Déesse
last update Date de publication: 2026-03-17 05:42:00

Élianor

Two days.

Two days since the cream envelope was deposited, like a time bomb placed on their shabby meeting table. Two days I've been watching them, without them knowing, from the suite at the town hotel, the only place with a semblance of luxury in this suffocating town. The walls are thick, the curtains heavy, but walls have ears, and money buys more than comfort. It buys silences, complicity, detailed reports deposited on my mahogany desk every mor

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