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Chapter 43: The Hollowed Safehouse
The rain had turned from a whisper to a relentless curtain by the time Dante signaled the others to slow their pace. They’d been moving in near silence for the better part of an hour, winding through narrow service alleys and weaving between abandoned industrial complexes that loomed like rusted skeletons in the downpour.
“Two more blocks,” Dante murmured, voice just loud enough for Lira and Aria to hear over the hiss of rain. His tone was calm, but his eyes never stopped scanning.
Lira’s gaze cut upward toward the rooftops. “Dominion Guard have doubled patrols. They’re sweeping in twos now.” Her fingers twitched toward her sidearm, a habit born from too many years in enemy territory.
Mira, trailing behind with her hood pulled low, kept glancing
