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... He wasn’t falling. He was remembering.
As the noose tightened around his throat, his world didn’t go black—it flared with light. Blinding, searing memories erupted behind his eyes. Not the corridor. Not Franz. Not the blood soaking the marble floor.
No.
He was back in the study, Smoke in the air. His mother’s lifeless body slumped on the Persian rug. Her white blouse soaked in red. Her eyes—still open. And his father—Henry Ardent—stood frozen beside her, the pistol shakin ...
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