Windows(Part2)
The sound of the river pressed against the factory walls like a heartbeat that belonged to someone else. Amara paced the floor, her shoes whispering across concrete. “If you’re not telling me something,” she said, “then all this talk about transparency is just another mirror.” Damian stayed by the worktable, arms folded, shadow long across the light. “You think I’d still lie now?” “I think people protect what scares them,” she said. He smiled without humor. “And what do I have left to protect?” “Me,” she answered. The word hung between them. For a moment it felt like both confession and accusation. Before either could answer, Lina’s voice echoed from the doorway. “We’ve got visitors.” Two figures approached outside—press, by the look of their equipment—but behind them were others,
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