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2025-08-20 08:00:36CATALINA’S PERSPECTIVE
A WEEK AFTER LEAVING DANTE - NIGHT The night pressed heavy around us, the streets slick with shadows and silence. Every corner, every flicker of light felt like eyes, Dante’s eyes, watching, waiting. But my own eyes were sharper. Nikolai leaned in, voice low and steady. “Patrol’s shifted. We’ve got twenty minutes tops before the next sweep.” I glanced at the narrow strip of paper tucked in my jacket pocket. “Twenty minutes to vanish.” We moved through the bookstore’s back door, the soft creak swallowed by the hum of the city night. Just ahead, the gate to the next shop stood closed, an old tailor’s store, quiet at this hour. The owner, a wiry man with sharp eyes and a calm demeanor, was waiting. My ally. He gave a barely perceptible nod as we approached. “All clear on this side. Dante’s men just passed by five minutes ago.” Nikolai
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