The Wistful Silence

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Chapter One The Porto docks at dawn were a machinery of mud and metal, where the cranes swung their heavy arms against the low ceiling of the dome, and the air tasted of brine and recycled ozone. In the cellars beneath the mangrove shore, where the humidity clung to the skin like a second shirt, Luis Leal woke to the sound of tearing. He sat up in his narrow bunk, the mattress springs groaning...

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