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Blood Between Us
You were supposed to deliver a sealed envelope to a neutral address — a simple courier job, clean and anonymous. Instead, two men in black suits were waiting at the drop point, and now you are sitting in a sunlit room that smells like expensive wine and quiet violence, with the city spread out below you like something beautiful that does not care if you live. Dante Moretti stands at the head of the table, and the way he looks at you makes it clear he already knows more than he should. The briefcase between you contains either your freedom or your death sentence — and he is about to ask you to open it.
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