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... e brick and then forgot them. Hanna set the pace, palm on mortar, boots choosing the parts of the city that liked weight. Han kept the satchel snug against his ribs and let the foundry’s heat leave his skin. Above the courts, panes rose in a long arc of glass that pretended to be sky.
The conservatory sat like a folded map of light. Greenhouse frames ribbed the roof; gutters ran with a thin film of grit that tasted faintly of ground glass. A narrow door stood flush with the glazing. Its ...
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