Chapter 7 - Cita Mors Ruit–Death Is A Swift Rider

Seely spun around in a panic, but the thick crowd had already swallowed whoever was behind her. She stood frozen, looking through the mass of people drifting from one place to another. Her nerves twitched as she tried to catch her breath.


(Why would someone tell her this? She didn't know him that well. Where was Fausto? Where were the Mafia thugs?)
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Published on December 05, 2013 05:10
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