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"Always," Conde replied. "This one was searching for a truth that killed him." 📜 The Hidden Truth

Mario Conde stared at the rain through his window. The Havana sky was the color of lead.

He took another sip of rum and stared at the rain. The case was closed, but his heart remained heavy.

The past in Havana never really dies. It just waits in the shadows to strike.

He searched the floorboards under the heavy mahogany desk. His fingers brushed against cold metal.

He pulled out a small, locked iron box. Inside lay the historian's final discovery.

Conde closed the box and sat in the dark. He knew Arturo was never coming back.

Conde tracked Arturo’s steps to a crumbling mansion. Inside, the air smelled of decay and old books.