The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Estonia 8

A Brief Arrival on the Edge Pärnu – The Hotel Room The keycard trembles in Elena’s fingers as she stands at her door. They’ve ignored the sexual tension with professional distance all day. She turned to him, the corridor stretching like a held breath between them. A trace of warmth ghosted her expression—not quite a…

The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Estonia 7

Pärnu Passages I freeze for a moment at the thought of him—Tarmo, with his manufactured calm and predator’s patience, his knack for appearing at precisely the moment convenience turns to constraint. He’s coming to pick me up; gods know what the voyage will entail. His presence is practical, of course—a shield, a ready-made alibi, the…

The Chronicles of a Memory Cartographer: Estonia 6

Detour to Pärnu Tarmo Tarmo stood at the smoked-glass window of his Tallinn suite, the city blurred beyond the pane. He reread the report: Karim sighted at the sauna with Elena. No photo, no proof, just a string of cautious words from his watcher. He found no comfort in ambiguity. He called for his assistant….