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By the time we reached the new property, the sky had turned that muted grey that never decided whether it wanted to rain or snow. The drive had been long, mostly silent except for the sound of Marco tapping against the steering wheel. We’d taken back roads, switched cars once, and left the last one in a rest-stop lot with the plates wiped clean.
The new safe house sat on a ridge overlooking a half-frozen lake. Smaller, more modern, more glass than wood. Father had bought it year ...
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