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... d lampposts that flickered like the light was afraid of itself. The neighborhood around us changed fast — the pavement got worse, the houses stood closer together, the windows shut without visible hands.
Antoril breathed differently here. Like the air itself refused to move.
"The Andros chapel is past the old market," I murmured. "After that, it’s just the ruins sector. No one goes there by accident."
"This woman doesn’t show up by accident either."
She quickened ...
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