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ou." Additionally, the Resistance will not safeguard you. They do not view you as a symbol. You are a burden. She let out a bitter laugh. "As for you? What do I mean to you? He did not respond. not through words. Just a glance-tired, hurt, and possibly even ashamed. He finally said, "The tower is more than you think." It goes beyond just memory. It gives leverage. Now, Maria could feel the weight of it. The email. The text. her retail store. Her physique Her muteness. She gave a single nod, like a condemned person does before the rope gets tighter. She stated, "I won't forget," but she would burn the letter. He spoke briefly before closing his mouth. They were both aware that forgetting was no longer an option. The pace of the outside footsteps was too slow. Someone was listening, someplace. In a quiet game, they were no longer participants. They were the entire board. The fragments. Additionally, another person had begun to move. Alessandro Orfeo waited for silence before speaking. He had mastered stillness at the age of 32, listening to taped voices, observing shadows move through alleyways, and studying people as though every glance could end a life. His eyes, as dark as ink that had been sp

Or it would have been if his team hadn't choreographed it, hidden audio picks in flowerpots along the street, cameras in the café next door. Maria Castillo was a warm, courteous person who wore vintage scarves and had a scent of bergamot and old books. They discussed poetry. He easily lied, claiming to be a freelance translator. She trusted him. Why would she not? He had a face that looked like it belonged in spy novels and movies. Together, they left the store. Dinner turned into coffee. Laughter erupted during dinner. Additionally, Alessandro's most precious commodity, laughter, felt foreign yet necessary. She did not match the descriptions. She avoided politics. She avoided ideological discussions. She did not identify anyone. However, despite her kindness, her eyes showed something of a defiance and a quiet sadness. Alessandro was tasked with obtaining her secrets. He found himself instead protecting them. He sent back a brief, impersonal, and mechanical report a week later. He gave them the fundamentals. She lived by herself. Educated at a private school. kept her distance. But he lied when they asked for more information, like who she talked to late at night and why her phone was off every Saturday night. He hadn't given it much thought. Additionally, you have already chosen a side once you lie