The man in the black coat moved like he knew the weight of his footsteps—slow, smooth, unhurried. Luca pivoted, not fleeing but flowing with the crowd, letting their motion carry him away from the fountain, deeper into the veins of the city.
He ducked past a group of teenagers filming a dance near the Apple store and took the escalator into the metro sta…
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