Tvaikonu Str. 5, Lv1007, Riga, Latvia =link= Now

She checked the address in her hand. The paper was still there. But now, beneath the list of nine names, a tenth had been added. Neatly typed.

Marta checked her phone. No signal. Not low bars—zero. The air smelled of river silt and coal smoke, though the last coal plant shut down a decade ago. tvaikonu str. 5, lv1007, riga, latvia

She folded the paper slowly, walked to the Daugava River, and threw it in. It sank immediately, like lead. She checked the address in her hand

Marta tried to scream. No sound left her mouth. The waltz grew louder, faster, warping into a distorted military march. The nine cups rattled. The tea turned to rust. beneath the list of nine names