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Chapter 40: Shadows Do Not Die

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​The black sedan didn't move.

It sat at the edge of the pier for exactly twenty minutes before its engine turned over, its red taillights bleeding into the thick coastal fog like open wounds.

It wasn't an attack. It was a message. They were watching. They were waiting. And they knew exactly where we were.

​Julian was already at the kitchen table, his handgun disassembled and laid out on a rag. His hands were steady, his movements devoid of the hesitation that had plagued him for weeks.

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