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Radu watched her eyes scan the monitor. The silence stretched. Usually, this took thirty seconds. A quick database check. Print. Stamp. Done.

Radu spent six hours in the basement. The air was thick with dust. He moved box after box, his hands turning gray with ancient grime. He found the file number from the partial printout the clerk in Bucharest had shown him. Dosar 4021/2019. cazier roman

He walked into the living room and handed the paper to his nephew. Radu watched her eyes scan the monitor

Radu was here to ensure the system remembered what it was supposed to forget. cazier roman