The map was smeared with coffee and blood, half-burned at the corner where someone had tried to destroy it in a panic. Alex studied it under the fluorescent hum of a failing light in a laundromat that hadn’t seen a customer in hours. The whir of the dryers was the only sound besides his breath.
X marks. Circles. Names.
Montjuïc. El Raval. Sant Antoni. An …
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