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16: The Judas Gate

Author: Lola's Write
last update publish date: 2026-01-09 18:41:18

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

POV: Julian Vane

The air inside the 19th-century cathedral was chilled to the bone, smelling of ancient incense, damp stone, and the ozone of high-end electronics. It was a cavernous space where the whispers of the past seemed to watch us from the shadows of the vaulted ceiling.

Dante walked beside me, his footsteps heavy and deliberate on the cracked marble floor. He didn't look like a man walking into a trap; he looked like a man coming to collect a debt. He wore a long black
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