In a narrow old stone street, a dark-haired woman in a fitted brown dress stands face-to-face with a hooded man who offers her a small tied pouch. Her expression is serious, skeptical, and focused as she studies him and the object in his hand. Behind them, the street recedes through arches and worn masonry, with a few distant figures adding a sense of quiet public tension to the discreet exchange.
The streets were quieter than usual.
A lone officer patrolled,
covering more ground than before.
Something had shifted,
and the city was growing more cautious.
Some messages were too important
to trust to paper.
Sometimes the truth had to be delivered
face to face.
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