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The officer opened the door for him. Outside, the gray Bucharest sky had broken into thin strips of blue. Victor walked to the kiosk across the street. He bought a coffee, took a sip, and sat on the low concrete wall in front of the precinct.

“Domnul Cozma,” she said, not looking up. “Ați adus cartea de identitate?” program eliberare cazier sectia 19

Four minutes passed. It felt like four years. The officer opened the door for him

“Ce vrei?”

“Mulțumesc,” he said. His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “Mulțumesc frumos.” took a sip

No record. No theft. No warehouse. No prison. Just white space. White as a new shirt. White as the first page of a book no one had written yet.