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... ainst the kitchen counter. His fingers idly tapped over the cool marble surface as his eyes narrowed at the dim glow of his spare phone screen. It wasn’t his main device, too traceable, too exposed.
This was under a different name. A trusted one.
He had long learned that being discreet was more than just a necessity, it was survival. Especially with siblings like his, who would rather see him bloodied and bruised than sipping fine wine in peace. He had gone through countless laye ...
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