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CHAPTER 90 — WHAT JANUARY BRINGS

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-20 04:23:15

Brussels in January was colder than October had been, the city asserting its northern European credentials with the specific commitment of a place that had decided grey was a philosophy rather than a condition.

Marta had presented the methodology.

She had, as predicted, resisted — a twelve-minute phone call with Selene that Dante had not been party to and which Selene had summarized afterward with three words: She'll do it. She had prepared with the thoroughness of someone who found thoroughnes
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