Chapter 2: 祖父的印记

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Don't look back. Remember, your grandfather was not a tomb robber. He was a guardian. See to it that anyone who finds the other half of the map knows this.\"\n\nEsperanza nodded, turned, and leapt toward the dust-caked window. The glass latch gave a soft click. She squeezed through sideways, and the cold wind wrapped around her at once.\n\nIn the monastery courtyard, moonlight was smothered by storm clouds, leaving only dead, silent darkness. Esperanza climbed along the ancient vines to the second floor and peered through a cracked pane at the scene below.\n\nIn the courtyard, three men in long black coats stood in a row. At their center stood a tall figure. He turned. The moon finally broke through the clouds, illuminating his cold, expressionless face.\n\nDiego Ortiz.\n\nHe held a telegram in his hand—long, powerful fingers, knuckles whitening from the grip. His gaze swept across the monastery gate and settled on the worn window of the second floor.\n\n\"Did you find it, Father?\" Diego's voice rang like striking metal, entirely without warmth.\n\nRafael stood in the doorway, hands behind his back, facing away from Diego. \"This monastery contains only prayer and silence, sir,\" Rafael answered, his voice terrifyingly steady. \"If you wish to search the archives, be my guest. But understand this: certain knowledge, once shattered, can never be restored.\"\n\nDiego gave a cold snort and stepped into the shadows. As he passed Rafael, the corner of his mouth curled into a mocking smile. That smile wasn't aimed at Rafael, but at the direction where Esperanza hid.\n\nHe stopped abruptly and turned toward the second-floor window. \"Señorita Moncada,\" Diego said to the empty darkness, \"your grandfather's keepsakes always know how to choose a new keeper. Too bad—this time, you won't get away.\"\n\nEsperanza's heart clenched. She was exposed. She had to find a new hiding spot before they stormed the second floor. Without hesitation, she vaulted over the windowsill and dropped into the shrubs below. Thorns slashed the back of her hand; blood seeped out. But she had no time for pain. She vanished into Merida's tangled alleyways under the cover of night.\n\nBehind her, the monastery's wooden door burst open. Diego's voice chased after her, cold and resolute. \"Block off the streets. Notify Señor Fuentes—the prey has left its cage. This time, whatever the cost, the map must be whole.\"\n\nEsperanza ran through the narrow lanes, her heart pounding like a drum. Rain fell again—thin, dense, cold—striking her face, but it couldn't quench the fire burning in her chest.\n\nNow she understood her grandfather's death. It wasn't greed. It wasn't betrayal. It was the ultimate act of guardianship. He had used his life to protect half the map, waiting for someone who carried the same blood-mark and was clever enough to complete the final puzzle.\n\nAnd that other half—right now it was in Alejandro Fuentes's elegant, hypocritical hands. Or in the cold leather of Diego Ortiz's holster.\n\nEsperanza stopped, slipping into the shadow of an abandoned fountain. She pulled out her pocket watch. The hands pointed to midnight. One hour remained until the last steam train departed.\n\nShe had to find Dolores Aguilar before then. That arrogant museum curator was the only one who could decipher the map's inscriptions—even if she would mock Esperanza's origins and dismiss her as a dangerous madwoman.\n\n\"You came, Moncada.\"\n\nA stranger's voice sounded from behind the fountain.\n\nEsperanza wrenched a dagger from her boot, her eyes fierce.\n\nA man in a gray trench coat stepped out of the shadows. He wore a wide-brimmed hat, the brim pulled low, hiding half his face. 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