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... re black with a line of red at the throat—clean, sharp, not asking permission. Her hair was loose enough to be a choice, not a mistake. Paradox curled around her like a cat that was pretending not to be one.
"Zenith Blade," she said when she reached me, dry as always, and held out her hand. "Dance with the woman who had to watch the broadcast on a train with bad signal."
"I owe you better signal," I said.
"You owe me a dance where you don’t get distracted by incoming eldr ...
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