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OBSIDIAN VINES

Chapter 3 BLOOD IN THE CHAMPAGNE

Word Count: 1054    |    Released on: 04/08/2025

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olins echoing across gold-leafed halls, women in black velvet and men in tailored silk.

out th

ils about our shipments. I didn't know who they were yet, but I

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n, and my eyes watching eve

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s the

imself. Gold gates. Armed guards in tuxedos. Va

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ce. Every chandelier glittered like a lie.

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world sl

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ne who stitched my wound. The

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ould be

hand. "Then

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carry

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tr

side,"

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tor. Like a man c

the dance floor. The man who'd drop

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mask off t

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