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He zipped up his boots, staring at his reflection in the cracked mirror.
A few drops of perfume, the crossing of the cross, opening the door.
She gave herself up to the night with a confident step, concealing the atrocious fear that invaded her.
Her footsteps echoed firmly through the deserted street.
No one could imagine the dread she felt.
Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she made her way to the agreed location.
The envelope in his pocket weighed like lead.
The threats were not in vain.
He had to deliver the money tonight or the consequences would be fatal.
His son's life hung in the balance.