chapter 483

The night air was heavy, the streets eerily silent as the trio moved through the dark alleys of the city. Dexter could feel the tension mounting, the weight of what they were about to do pressing on his chest. It wasn’t just about taking down an organization anymore. It was about facing a shadow so vast, so entrenched in power, that the mere thought of challenging it seemed almost laughable. Yet, here they were, about to do exactly that.

Charlotte walked beside him, her steps measured, her expression a mix of resolve and the same unease Dexter felt. She had been through so much, from her family’s betrayal to the relentless pursuit of their enemies. Yet, she stood beside him now, unwavering, ready for whatever lay ahead. Henry was silent, his eyes scanning the darkness with a heightened alertness. The scars of their previous battles were still fresh on him, and Dexter could see that his friend wasn’t as certain as he let on. But that was the thing about war—no one ever really felt read
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