The Snow Chose Her
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Snow's falling. Fireworks light up a historic city-Sofia, with its magical feel; she's watching a street performance, bundled up in a coat, sipping something warm. Alone, but content.
He's watching her-from a black SUV parked across the square. He doesn't know why he can't look away. She's not flashy. Not trying to be seen. But something about her... it slams into him.
His men are mid-convo about a weapons deal, but he's not listening. He steps out of the car-no coat, no hesitation.
That's the beginning of the end.
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