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The Trap Wore a Smile

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-02-02 21:35:08

The café glowed like a fragile island of light in a city that had forgotten peace.

Its windows burned softly against the dark street, yellow bulbs trembling whenever distant gunfire cracked through the night. Once, this place near their old school had been filled with noisy students and careless laughter. Now, only a few lights remained on, and most of the chairs were stacked upside down like abandoned memories.

Lidia stepped inside, pulling her hood lower over her face.

A bell chimed weakly.

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