Keir
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Signed in Blood
The ferry docks at midnight and the Marchetti gates seal behind you with a sound like a gunshot — there is no going back. You were handed to Dante Marchetti by your own father as a peace offering between two criminal empires, but your real orders are buried in the lining of your dress: find the ledger, photograph it, and signal extraction before the 72-hour treaty window closes. What nobody told you is that Dante Marchetti has been watching you for six months, and the man waiting in the candlelit foyer is not surprised to see you at all.
@Keir