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Marco & Leo’s Plan

Author: Tyson Roy
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-09-12 01:10:09

Morning came feeling like it had been pinned to the wall. The light was thin and metallic, the kind that makes everything look photographed rather than lived in. I brewed coffee I didn’t really want, just to have something warm to hold. The restricted guest card Marco had given me sat on the table where I’d left it, a small square of plastic with a red dot—no name, no promise, only possibility. I traced the dot with my thumbnail and told myself not to hope too loudly.

My phone buzzed.

Marco: You awake?

I typed without thinking. Barely.

Marco: Good. Come by. Side door. Two knocks, then three. Don’t use the card. I’ll meet you in the stair.

The coffee was suddenly worth finishing. I threw on jeans, a sweater, the coat with the inside pocket that kept the keycard warm against my ribs, and flew down the apartment stairs two at a time. The city wore its weekday face—brisk, unsentimental. Steam rose from the street grates in white ribbons. When I turned the corner to the service entrance, m
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