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Nicholas Boothman
He looked toward the Alfama where tram lines
curved through the fog, thin wires cutting across
the morning light. Somewhere under those streets,
under the hum of machines and prayer, he felt the
echo of her voice waiting to finish its sentence.
“Lisbon remembers too,” he said quietly.
The air did not answer, but the pause that
followed felt alive.
Somewhere below the city, beneath stone and
signal, something was still listening.
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