Chapter 23 – The File Named Lazarus
Sharon returned to her Zurich safehouse, the fog rolling in from the Limmat River outside. The city felt muted, wet, and foreboding. Every sound - distant sirens, dripping water from the eaves, the faint hum of electricity - seemed amplified in her tense mind.
The black phone buzzed again. A message:
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