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The old woman passed unnoticed, just another shadow in the bustling park. Sitting on a bench, she knitted quietly while children scampered and couples strolled by.
Quiet but not blind.
Her keen eyes took in everything: the furtive glances, the pressing whispers, the occasional suspicious exchange between strangers.
A nest of intrigue was brewing before her, but she waited patiently.
They were not to mistake her silence for ignorance, she was just saving her energy.
That evening, two men of nervously casual appearance occupied a nearby bench.
She loosened the stitches of her labor, sharpening her ear. The words “delivery” and “container” floated in the charged air.
The next morning, police found a shipment of stolen confidential information in a container near the park.
An old espionage operation had been thwarted thanks to the keen eye and sharp ears of the quiet old woman.