London, 1963: a stateless spy walks into Savile Row's most venerable tailoring house and orders a bespoke suit under one impossible condition — no one lays a finger on him. Maritza Quintero, the only woman ever trusted with cutter's shears, measures him by shadow, by string, and by the questions he refuses to answer.
Part 1 of 2 in The Measure of a Stranger
«Nadie va a tocarme». El hombre lo anunció sin dramatismo, como quien declara una alergia en un restaurante. «Ni cinta métrica contra el cuerpo, ni alfileres cerca de la piel, ni una mano en el hombro para girarme.
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