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I woke up to the sound of gunfire.
Not in a dream—real, deafening bursts of automatic weapon fire, mixed with the sound of shattering glass and men shouting.
I shot upright. The space next to me was empty, the sheets still warm.
"Dante?" I called out, my voice small in the vast room.
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