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The Planned Day
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2025-09-13 08:00:02CATALINA'S PERSPECTIVE
LIBRERIA FIORETTAMORETTI'S PLANNED DAYIt was a clear day. Sunlight pressed through the windows, gentle warmth spilling across shelves lined with stories I had stacked myself. Routine made everything appear ordinary, the scent of paper, the sound of pages turned, the soft hum of a quiet bookstore.Then the door opened.Not with the usual bell-touched gentleness of a customer, but with the weight of boots and too many bodies. Six men. Two remained outside, pretending to loiter, though their eyes never left the entrance. Four came in.I looked up with the faintest startled blink, every inch the delicate wife who kept her little shop as a hobby.Two stationed themselves at the door, their arms folded like barricades. The other two started moving through my shelves, heavy steps careless and deliberate.One shoved his arm across a row, sending books tumbling to the floor. The other pressed a sho
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