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Chapter 45: Panic (Day 28)

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last update 게시일: 2026-03-08 06:13:34

Day 28.

Three days left.

I am sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at the suitcase hidden under the frame. The fifty thousand euros are sewn into the lining. The burner phone is taped under the drawer.

The door bursts open.

Spadino.

He doesn't saunter. He doesn't smile. He looks like a man who has been chased by demons for forty-eight hours straight. His eyes are wide, manic, the pupils blown so large the gold is just a thin ring.

He slams the door shut. He locks it. He leans against the wood
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