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The Santiago morning arrived with a copper sun, but inside the cramped offices of Club Deportivo Palestino , there was no light. Only the smell of stale coffee, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear.

And El Presidente still had to win the war.

Julio rubbed his temples. “They signed the contracts.”

“What did you tell them?”

“They came to my house,” Elias whispered. “They said if I gave them information, they would give my family papers. Residency. My mother… she has been waiting fifteen years.”