๐—๐ˆ๐—. CESARE ROMANO (POV)

The door closes with a soft click, and my thumb brushes over my unshaven jaw. The light roughness that usually grounds me when my mind starts calculating doesnโ€™t seem to help much this time.

Even now, as I stare at the table, all I see are scenarios, hypotheses, and variables unfolding from those gr...

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