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... body that bleeds slowly. The rain had been reduced to a constant thread, a breath of the sky over the glass. In the kitchen, the industrial lights emitted a cold white that made the objects seem more real than the people. Sebastián stood before the jars containing the blue powder; the inner glow of the compound flickered, as if it remembered having once been alive. His silence was not concentration, but calculation.
Virka wiped the plates marked with the Smiths’ seals using a metallic c ...
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