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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 8: The Address
Rua do Arsenal. Lisbon’s old military district.
The elevator rattled open into silence.
Henry stepped into a dim hallway: polished
stone, no signage, no visible cameras. But he knew
they were watching.
He adjusted the Chorus pin on his lapel and
walked toward the two steel doors at the far end.
No keypad. No scanner. Just steel. He’d expected
biometric locks, retinal scans, voiceprint ID. But
those could be faked. Cadence, the rhythm of
thought, was harder to forge. That’s why the words
on the napkin were boxed off.
His thumb traced the phrase through the paper,
memorizing it by touch.
“YOUR / WATCH / IS / STILL / TUNED.”
Flat. Even. No inflection.
Nothing.
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