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the candle flame in the center of the table like she could see old ghosts flickering inside it.
“It’s a beautiful night, Nona,” Alessandro said gently. “We secured the docks. The Russians are out. You don’t have to worry anymore.”
Isabella sighed.
“Territory. Blood. Money. It does not bring back what is gone, Alessandro. It does not fill the empty chairs continue reading …
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