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Chapter 14
Author: Gbemiè
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~The Funeral~

Andrès drained the last of his whiskey, feeling the warmth spread through his chest. The tension of the day began to loosen its grip on him, his body slowly surrendering to the fatigue that had been building up. With the weight of the situation now resting more comfortably on his shoulders, he decided to call it a night. He set the empty glass down on the bar and walked toward his bedroom.

His steps were heavy, but his mind remained sharp, always calculating. Elijah's death was the first domino to fall, setting off a chain of events that would lead to something much larger-something he would control. He knew tomorrow would be a performance, but he was ready. This was his game now.

Once he reached his room, he didn't bother turning on the lights. He slipped out of his clothes, letting them fall carelessly to the floor, and crawled into the cool sheets of his bed. For a moment, as his head hit the pillow, he felt a strange feeling of peace. Perhaps it was the relief
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