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... gainst the dying light like something carved into the horizon itself, wind pulling at coats and loose hair, watching Snow Team with the same hard caution Snow Team watched them. The town behind Felicity still smelled of cooling blood and broken glass. The shrine Pope and Ash had stacked near the ruined café caught the last smear of sun, the small scrap of paper promising the vineyard weighted beneath stone.
Victor did not step forward first.
He waited.
The red of Felicity ...
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