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... of the tram inauguration when the first whispers began.
They were quiet, almost imperceptible at first — a conductor telling a passenger about an "accident" on one of the test lines, a merchant claiming the water from his tap smelled of iron again. The words drifted through taverns and marketplaces like smoke, faint and insidious.
Isandro had already traced two of them back to the same origin: foreign agents operating under false trade licenses. But rather than sweep them up imme ...
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