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The chapel of ghosts

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Alessia’s POV

The chapel doors loomed before her like the mouth of a sleeping beast.

Alessia stood there for a long moment, listening to the quiet hum of midnight pressing in on the estate. The guards had vanished—whether by Dante’s command or by design, she didn’t know. But tonight wasn’t about the guards. Or even the Moretti name.

Tonight was about truth.

Her palms were slick despite the cool air. The locket at her throat—a relic from her mother—felt heavier than usual. Almost as if Vittoria Romano’s spirit had followed her here, bearing silent witness.

You asked for this, she reminded herself.

The truth. All of it.

No more shadows. No more illusions.

Her heart pounded as she pushed open the ancient doors.

The chapel was smaller than she remembered. Stone arches curved overhead like ribcages. Tall, narrow windows let in slivers of moonlight that cut across the dusty air. The scent of incense and old wood clung to the space like forgotten prayers.

And there he was.

Dante.

He stood at
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