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... ip's bedroom curtains, painting geometric patterns across the Persian rug. In that drowsy moment between dreams and consciousness, the world felt mercifully normal. Then memory crashed over him like ice water.
Four days. Four days since the gallery, and the images remained crystalline—not merely the violence, but Natalia's casual efficiency. The way she'd smiled afterward, sweet as spring rain, as if she'd merely tidied a cluttered room.
He stared at the ornate ceiling, wrestling ...
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