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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN

Dears licked the edges of the charred dossier as Vincent dived forward, despair in every muscle. His acclimatized suit — formerly sharp enough to command a boardroom now hung heavy, seared at the bond. He snared at the papers, but the heat seared his fingertips, and the lines coiled into ash before ...