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Chapter 138: The First Confession (Ciro)

Author: Cat Stories
last update publish date: 2026-05-04 00:30:15

I choose Ciro first.

Not because he is the easiest. Ciro is a monolith; moving him is like trying to shift a tectonic plate with bare hands.

I choose him because he is the steadiest.

If I am going to break myself open, I need to do it against a wall that will not crumble.

I walk down the hallway to the third bedroom. The door is ajar.

The room smells of him—cedar, gun oil, and the sharp, medicinal sting of iodine. It is sparse. A cot. A footlocker. A weapon rack. It is the room of a soldier who
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