WHEN POWER LEARNS TO KNEEL
The rain had returned by evening, drumming softly against the windows of Nina’s apartment. The streets glistened with neon reflections, the city alive with sounds of life and danger that coexisted without apology. Nina stood by her window, wrapped in a cardigan that did little to ward off the chill, staring down at the streets below. Her mind raced, replaying every detail from the last night. Marco Leone had disappeared into that building, Dante had been there in the shadows, watching her, guiding her silently, and every step had felt like a delicate balance between survival and ruin.
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