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... d climbed fully into day. Sunlight rolled off the high-rises like slow water; the hoverlanes sang a thin, constant thread under the glass. The scent of pancakes still lingered in our kitchen—the kind of domestic evidence that makes a house feel more like an argument you’ve already won.
The door clicked. Reika stepped in with her usual quiet economy: shoes lined perfectly, coat folded once over her arm, tablet tucked under her elbow. Violet hair pinned back, violet eyes taking the room’s ...
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