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... derstood what she wanted: no neat lines, no drum-beat feet. They moved ugly on purpose—one heel heavy, one toe quick, then a pause that didn’t match anyone else’s pause. From the road, they looked like a group that couldn’t keep time. From up close, they were a net that never rang.
The old aqueduct made ribs against the pale sky. Gulls sat like knots along the stone. Water hissed somewhere far under the street, the sound thin and constant. Cerys swept a glance along the arch tops, then u ...
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