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Chapter 115: The Escape Route

Author: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-08-22 00:16:13

The secret wardrobe panel clicked shut behind us.

The blinding red tactical lights of the bedroom vanished, replaced by pitch-black darkness.

The air inside the aqueduct tunnel was freezing, smelling of wet stone and old dust.

"Keep moving," Rocco hissed, his voice a low, vibrating whisper near my ear.

He didn't use a flashlight.

His hand gripped my wrist, guiding me down the slick concrete steps with practiced certainty.

Above us, the ground trembled violently.

Another heavy explosion rattled
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