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Intro. On that night's mission, something went wrong. The target changed course, the escape became a pursuit, and the air became heavy — smoke, dust, gunpowder. Eve ran. I always ran. But the chest burned sooner than expected. Each breath came short, short, as if someone were closing the door from the inside. She didn't stop. It never stopped. Cael noticed the delay. He looked back once, then again. He saw her slow down. He saw her hand squeeze her chest for a second — too fast to be obvious, too slow to go unnoticed. — Eve — he called, low, tense. - What it was? — Nothing — she replied, without looking. — Continue. But the voice was broken. They managed to escape. Barely. In the apartment, silence once again occupied every corner. Cael placed the gun on the table and watched as she went straight to the bedroom, closing the door with more force than necessary.

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