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Chapter 85 Eighty-Five

Marco leaned back in the leather, his gaze fixed on the glass of whiskey swirling in his hand. The amber liquid caught the light from the morning sun, shining a warm glow across the room.

Dante sat across from him, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the armrest, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"So," Dante began, breaking the comfortable sile

            
            

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