The service tunnels beneath the Eixample grid were meant for water and silence. Now they echoed with adrenaline and footfalls.
Alex and Lina moved fast, breath misting in the cool, damp air. The narrow corridor angled down toward a disused metro line — a shadow artery buried beneath even the city’s memory.
“I can’t tell if we’re being followed,” Alex said.
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