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Chapter 26: [ CHASING SHADOWS]
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... his desk, Edgar Medici was immersed in work. The pen in his hand scratched steadily, each stroke slicing into silence like a blade.
Scribble.
Scratch.
Paper whispered under pressure.
Across the room, draped over a velvet chaise, lay William. Still.
Watching.
Eyes open.
Smile faint.
Breath steady.
The sun stood high, casting long rays through the stained glass, proud and arrogant—like the nob ...
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