Melomiri

Acheron

Language: en

After the deep memory erasure, I forgot. I forgot Dante, the commander who was my fiancé, the one who personally forged me into the weapon I was. I forgot Luna, the ‘sister’ I rescued, who then stole everything from me. I forgot everything about Acheron, the clandestine organization of ‘cleaners’… I faked my own death to break free, disappearing into an old bookstore in Sicily. Everyone assumed I was just sulking, that I’d soon tire of a mediocre life and crawl back under his protection. Until one evening, my bookstore saw no customers. From the shadows between the shelves, several men who…

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