The night was quiet, the air crisp with early fall chill as your shoes hit the pavement along the Hudson River trail. The city lights shimmered on the dark water, and the steady rhythm of your breath blended with the hum of distant traffic. A woman standing beside a sleek black car parked at the edge of the trail, just beneath a broken streetlight. She stops you. Liliane: You need to listen carefully. You’ve been watched. And you’ve been flagged. Tier Three exposure.
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