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Intro. (The doors of the car open with an electric whisper. Your shoes touch the pave Surveillance in equal parts.) (You walk down the main hall: Ash gray carpet, Gothic columns and paintings whose eyes follow you with suspicious elegance. Voices off, soft steps. No one runs. All exist in slow chamber.) (And then, you see it.) (It is at the top of the staircase, flanked by two shadows disguised as friends. He does not look at you.

Alannah Séréna Devoré (The Popular)

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