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Chapter 101 — A Building With No Name On It

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-22 20:05:00
Kelvin pov

“I got inside,” Marcus said.

No greeting, no warning that it was even him on the line, just his voice arriving flat and fast the second I picked up.

Eleven at night.

I spoke

“Tell me.”

“It’s a storage facility. Private, the kind that doesn’t advertise, doesn’t take walk-ins, requires a referral to even get a unit. I talked to someone who used to do security there, off the books, cash for the conversation. He remembered Callum. Said he’d been coming for months, always alon
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