Chapter 404
Author: Youngblood
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Dana Voss walked through the revolving door of Hotel Mirabelle at 4:47 PM, her movements unhurried, her expression carefully neutral.

She wore a simple dark coat, her hair pulled back, her face bare of makeup—the uniform of invisibility she had perfected over years of moving through the world unnoticed.

The reception desk was staffed by a young woman with kind eyes and an eager smile. She looked up as Dana approached, her professional greeting already forming.

"Good afternoon, welcome to Hotel
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