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Chapter 7: The Combination to a Ghost

Author: Cat Stories
last update publish date: 2026-02-07 10:24:05

The library smells of dust and dead words.

"Clean it," Ciro had said this morning, tossing me a rag. "Every shelf. Every book."

It was a punishment for the broken wine bottle. Or maybe just a reminder that I am less than a servant here. Servants get paid. I just get to survive another day.

I climb the ladder to the highest shelf.

I pull down heavy, leather-bound volumes. History. Law. Politics. The Vitales study power like other people study religion.

My arms ache. My cheek still throbs where A
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