Clara took a slow sip of his drink, her eyes scanning the room. At the far table, three men in grey suits were pretending not to watch them. "The 'Continental' doesn't just give up its secrets for free. We had to play the long game tonight."
The rain in Berlin didn’t just fall; it haunted the cobblestones of the Mitte district like a recurring dream. Within the velvet-lined walls of the , the world felt decades away from the sleek, glass-and-steel city outside. Playbirds Continental No 49
She slid a heavy brass key across the table. It was etched with the number . "The safe house?" Elias asked. Clara took a slow sip of his drink,