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She slipped a small, heavy envelope into the pocket of his linen jacket. Her touch was fleeting, a ghost of a movement. "Go to the station. Don't wait for the night train. Take the express to Marseille now." "And you?"

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Clara looked back at the sea, the wind catching the stray strands of her hair. A photographer passed them, snapping a shot of the "lovely couple" by the water. They both smiled automatically—a practiced, hollow mask of vacationing bliss. "I’ll be right behind you," she lied. She slipped a small, heavy envelope into the

Julian knew it was a lie, but in the blinding clarity of the afternoon, he realized that some truths were too heavy for the light of day. He tipped his hat to her, turned on his heel, and walked toward the shadows of the narrow side streets, leaving the lady in red to face the sun alone. Don't wait for the night train