Disembarking, I followed the crowd through the terminal, the world feeling both familiar and strange. Marco had disappeared into the throng of travelers, his presence lingering like a half-remembered dream. I found a seat at a nearby cafe, the hustle of the airport providing a comforting anonymity. Pulling out my phone, I contemplated my next steps. The decision to leave had been made in a moment of desperation, but now, faced with the reality, I felt the weight of uncertainty. Marco’s card was a tangible reminder of the encounter, a connection that seemed both promising and perilous. I sipped my coffee, the warmth grounding me as I considered my options. The envelope, the lion logo, Marco’s calm demeanor—all pieces of a puzzle I hadn’t realized I was part of. As I gathered my belongings, I knew one thing for sure: the city held secrets, and it was up to me to uncover them.
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