Chapter 119 A CRACK IN THE FOUNDATION

The packhouse didn’t empty after.

Not right away.

When Dante spoke the name, the air went sour.

Like milk left in the sun.

Men shifted on their feet.

Elders tapped their canes once, twice, and said nothing.

Marco stood where he was.

Blood drying on his wrist.

Mia behind him, sma...

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