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... r — quiet, relentless — carrying Mirabel across the Atlantic with that calm, dangerous grace of someone who always gets what she wants. From up here London was a patchwork of light and history, the city where the missing pieces of her life had tucked themselves away. In the cabin’s hush, she cradled a chilled flute of champagne, the bubbles catching the cabin light like small, impatient stars. Her nails tapped a slow, purposeful rhythm against the armrest; it was a sound that said she was thinki ...
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