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Chapter Forty - Three : Face to face

作者: Zainab
last update 公開日: 2025-11-13 01:00:10

(Alessandro’s POV)

I stood before the seamless black steel door, the only modern thing in this mausoleum of decaying grandeur. On the other side was my brother, the corrupted reflection of my own face, the serpent who had tried to poison my world. The hunt was over.

My men were in position, silent specters in the dusty, velvet draped ruins of the orchestra level. Matteo, to my left, held a small, specialized breaching charge, no bigger than his hand. It wouldn’t blow the door off its
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