Barcelona, Raval – 8:35 AM
The café was nearly empty, except for the odd tourist and the elderly man who sat at the corner, silently nursing his glass of sherry. Alex Carver stared down into his cracked ceramic mug, swirling the dark liquid around without touching it. The lingering smell of stale smoke hung in the air, mixing with the faint hum of a pass…
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