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Shattered of broken bloodlines

Author: Casper Merci
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-26 22:55:15

The office was empty when Federico slipped inside.

The walls, painted a cool shade of ivory, seemed to mock him with their sterile perfection.

At the center of the room, gleaming under the soft light, was a grand oak desk — Alessandro’s desk.

On it, a simple yet proud name tag sat:

CEO — Amato Alessandro.

Federico moved closer, his polished shoes silent against the marble floor.

He stared at the nameplate for a long moment, his lips curling into a bitter smile.

With a slow, deliberate movement, he turned the nameplate over, hiding the name beneath the polished brass back.

"Not for long," he whispered, his voice low, sharp as broken glass.

Without invitation, he slid into Alessandro’s chair, leaning back, his fingers tracing the edges of the desk as if claiming it already.

The room blurred around him.

A memory, unbidden and unwanted, clawed its way to the surface of his mind.

He was eight years old again, standing in the dim hallway of a cramped, rundown apartment.

The thin walls did n
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