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metal doors flashing past, footsteps chasing them.
Her lungs burned.
Her boots hit concrete too hard.
She heard Silven behind her and Matteo somewhere to her left and knew with strange clarity that this was not the kind of thing a florist survived by instinct.
The service exit burst open.
Cold air slapped her face.
Matteo shoved her toward the waiting car continue reading …
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