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Chapter 46: Signal Ghost
The rain came down harder by the time they reached the perimeter streets of the industrial quarter, the slick pavement reflecting the distant glow of the city skyline like a broken mirror. Dante’s boots splashed through puddles without hesitation, his eyes scanning the darkness between buildings.
The Writ in his pocket felt heavier now, like a live coal pressed against his chest. Two days. Two days before the blood collectors came for him—unless his plan was set in motion.
And his plan was ugly.
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They took the long way back to the Hollowed Safehouse, slipping through alleys and cutting across rooftops to avoid the main roads. Lira was quiet, her usual stream of sharp observations absent tonight. Aria kept glancing at Dante, her gaze searching for the p
