The metro tunnel hummed with stale electricity and the sound of something distant—metal dragging on concrete? Rats? Maybe just the city shifting in its sleep.
Luca moved carefully along the catwalk that flanked the tracks beneath Liceu station. His phone's flashlight barely cut through the dark, casting long shadows that danced with every tremble of his …
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