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... this time, she didn't look away. Not right away. Not like a stranger.
"Hello," I said.
Her eyes landed on me, and I felt that some pulled—like a thread had been drawn tight between us.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
I nodded once, then hesitated. "I think so. I'm... Matthias Reiter. I've come from Berlin."
Her posture didn't change, but something behind her gaze shifted.
"I'm looking for someone named Clara Weiss."
She gave a small, cautious ...
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