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Chapter 64: The Witness: Maud

作者: Mara Sinclair
last update 公開日: 2026-05-04 18:50:39

We left just after one in the morning.

The roads beyond the city had gone from wet black to salt-white, and the snow along the highway edges looked almost blue beneath the headlights. Night driving in Québec has its own kind of honesty. No decorative romance. Just distance, cold, and the fact that if you choose motion at that hour, you probably have a reason you cannot explain well to polite people.

Gabriel drove.

Of course he did.

One of his men followed in

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