CHAPTER 35 — SEVEN, UNDATED.

The screen is still glowing with Lucía’s three words: The how alive. The shutter vibrates again with that elevator rhythm that reminds me upstairs the doors open by themselves… when it suits them.

—Don’t go —Alessio says. It isn’t an order; it’s a prayer.

—I’m going —I answer—. But without giving ...

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