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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 12: Alfama
The next morning they met Jinji in a half-
renovated Fado bar tucked into an alley in the
Alfama district, Lisbon’s old soul. The sort of place
where music curls through cracked plaster, and
every table seems to hold a secret.
She didn’t look up when Henry and Carolina
walked in. She was typing with one hand and
eating piri-piri chicken with the other.
“You’re late,” she said.
Henry slid into the booth. “We were being
followed.”
“How romantic.”
Ten minutes later, in the back room, walls
draped with faded Fado lyrics, strings of warm
yellow lights casting soft shadows, Jinji fired up her
projector. A map glowed on the wall.
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