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CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN Four hours later, they landed in Florence, Remi rubbing her eyes with exhaustion. She should have snatched some sleep on the plane, but she had been too excited. They were closing in on the killerl she could feel it. Even better, by a lucky coincidence, the purchaser of Pestilence lived in the very same city that housed the archives for the archaeological excavation of the Church of Saint Pantaleon of Nicomedia, the church marked on the map hidden inside the cryptex. Perhaps she’d find the time to duck into the archives in the middle of the investigation. Perhaps? No, she must find the time. Luckily, they had been able to get to Florence quickly. Torsson had to flash his badge to get them onto a flight that was just departing Paris. Now they headed for the taxi stand j
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