Marta’s skin went cold, then hot. She touched the nearest teacup. It was warm. She lifted the folded paper. Beneath it, carved into the wooden chair’s backrest, was a name: Marta Lapiņa.
Apartment 5 was at the end of the hall. The brass number plate was polished. Immaculate. Impossible. tvaikonu str. 5, lv1007, riga, latvia
Then silence.
The address was just a string of text in an old file: Tvaikonu Str. 5, LV1007, Riga, Latvia . No context. No date. Just a location. Marta’s skin went cold, then hot
Marta knocked. No answer. She tried the handle. Unlocked. Marta’s skin went cold
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