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h of Croce Boule

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table, a heavy crystal tumbler sweating in his hand. No music. No conversation. O

of him wa

of a girl in

it: a burnt

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floors beneath a former cathedral, b

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the server room in le

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ame: R

EARLIER

my guest room in the Moreau mansion

al storm was i

ng my mother gave me before she died. I used to th

reau west wing. A place N

't been touched

idor and found the door-number

study. Dust cloaked the

rapped in red leather and

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sted beside R

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romised wit

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dark hair, tied

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cci's. We'll take he

tching Nikolai grip the paper s

isappear," Luci

not a

Ricci

s not

wil

drawer shut. "Find t

–

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triggered a

ra. My boots slipped on the marble as I turned a sh

swu

with my elbow, grabbed his gun an

't a k

ght, I w

unning and slipped into a

screamed

I didn't breathe un

BACK IN

n't s

under my pillow

knew-and destroy everything-or

the kno

the

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back th

stood there,

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cent in the m

fr

nt me yo

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you that you're

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eath h

ou came?" sh

dn't st

if I told you I

k you to giv

said it cou

epped

you to burn

– HE

cracked

oaked, hau

of the gala, not the

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monster,"

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d brush

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I said,