Outside, the air was thick with moisture. Amadeu walked toward the Ribeira district. He passed a group of young soldiers, their rifles slung carelessly over their shoulders, laughing about a future they had not yet built. Amadeu envied them their certainty. He had spent forty years dissecting the human condition, only to find that the more he understood, the heavier the burden became.
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