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17: The Devil’s Exit

Author: Lola's Write
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-01-09 18:44:37

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

POV: Dante Moretti

The Cathedral was no longer a house of prayer; it was a chimney. Thick, acrid smoke from the burning sedans outside rolled through the shattered stained-glass windows, mixing with the dust of pulverized marble. The sirens were close too close. In this city, the police were on the payroll, but a triple car bombing and a shootout in a historic landmark forced their hand. They had to play the heroes tonight.

"Marco! Sound the retreat!" I barked over the roar of
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