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Chapter 70: The False Freedom

作者: Cat Stories
last update 公開日: 2026-03-20 00:07:23

The key turns in the lock with a rusty scrape.

Scritch. Click.

I push the door open.

The apartment smells of nothing.

Not bleach. Not expensive cologne. Not the metallic tang of gun oil or the savory richness of roast lamb. It smells of dust and emptiness.

It is a studio on the third floor of a walk-up in the Kalsa district. It has one window, a kitchenette with a hot plate, and a bed with a mattress that sags in the middle.

It is mine.

I paid for it with cash—part of the fifty thousand euros I
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