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Chapter 43: The Copper Pulse

작가: B.S. Turaki
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Jade's POV

The sound of the boots above us wasn't a random occurrence; it was a rhythmic, disciplined march that spoke of professional liquidation. These weren't street soldiers looking for a payday or a promotion. These were the "Sanitizers"—the elite cleanup crew that Santino had inherited along with the Cavallo crown. Every footfall on the rotting timber of the floorboards above sent a shower of dust and ancient textile fibers raining down on us, coating the screen of my laptop in a fine,
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