Vallcarca — 8:17 PM
The air grew thinner the higher Alex climbed. The city shrank below him, a hive of amber lights and invisible lives. Somewhere beneath all that glow, Ortega’s myth still pulsed.
He reached the fence at the edge of the hill. It wasn’t much—a rusted chain-link half-heartedly draped in “No Trespassing” signs. The wind whispered through th…
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