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Chapter 53 THE SECRET HE TOOK TO HIS GRAVE
Author: P. Blaze
last update2026-07-05 20:40:42

​The apartment had never felt so quiet. Police officers moved through the shattered rooms, collecting weapons and handcuffing the surviving gunmen. Nearby, paramedics rushed from one injured person to another, their voices blending into a meaningless hum. But Selma heard none of it. His eyes remained fixed on Rafael. His father stood motionless beside Adrian's lifeless body, like a man whose entire world had just shifted beneath his feet.

​Samuel slowly walked over to him. "What did Adrian say?
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