Raval – 10:15 PM
The air had cooled, a faint mist creeping in off the sea, adding an eerie quality to the narrow, labyrinthine streets of Raval. Alex’s footsteps echoed on the cobblestone, his mind racing. Diego Ortega. The name felt like a weight he couldn’t escape, an invisible hand pressing against his chest. It wasn’t just a name—it was the doorway t…
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