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the ballroom. She walked too fast, like someone trying not to fall apart.
“Where is she now?” Damen asked.
Lorenzo cleared his throat carefully.
“Her apartment is empty.”
Silence.
Dangerous silence.
Damen repeated the word.
“Empty.”
“Landlord says she left before sunrise. Neighbors did not see much. One suitcase. Maybe two.”
Damen stood slowly from his desk.continue reading …
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