The Distant Summer
Marta left the apartment before the sun cleared the roofline. The lock clicked with a sound that felt too loud for the empty hallway. She carried a single bag. Inside, her passport, a change of clothes, and the tablet. The tablet was heavy. It hummed against her hip like a living thing. She had worked at the data center in Zurich for four years. It was a sterile place. White walls. Cold air....
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