CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY-NINE

Isabella slipped through the café's arched doorway, her palpitation beating as soft night flitted against aged slipup walls. The air smelled of dark repast and melting wax, each breath a memorial that she walked into peril. At a corner table draped in sanguine linen, a woman in large sunglasses sat ...

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