The rain falls in heavy sheets over the darkened streets of Naples, its relentless patter drowning out the whispers of the city's underbelly. I stand at the edge of the dock in the shadows, the scent of salt and steel mingling in the air. I am waiting for a shipment to arrive. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spot a figure that shouldn't be here, drenched and shivering, i watch them cautiously, my eyes never leaving their form
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