A year later, Sanctvale, a city at the foot of the Frostspine Mountains, was getting its first heavy snow of the winter.A lot of people chose to stay here. There were no family feuds and no turf wars. There were only long winters, an old clock tower, and streets that always smelled of coffee.A black Maybach rolled to a silent stop in the old quarter. The window slid down, and Dante's face came into view, darker than the storm raging outside.In that year, he'd searched nearly half the world. From underground fight rings in the Pearl Straits to private islands in the Boreal Arc, he'd tracked every trace Silvia might've left.Dante handed the family business off to others. He kept wasting away, and losing Silvia bent his mind into something obsessive and wrong.Three days earlier, a fringe dark web intel dealer had traded a set of coordinates for his life."Don Valenti, target spotted."Enrico, in the passenger seat, barely kept his voice down, shock written all over him. "That'
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