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March 1964. The soft evening light washes over the plaza, where Leandro Vasquez—glasses catching the last glow, posture restrained—watches the girl sitting alone on the bench. His pulse quickens; it’s her, the same sharp-eyed girl he sees at the library. The air feels suspended, a rare opening to shatter the quiet between them.