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6:07 a.m. - Abandoned Train Yard, Outskirts of Hawthorn
The sun hadn't risen, but the world already burned.
Mira ran her fingers across the girl's photograph again.
Taken by Sparrow's surveillance. Time-stamped, dated... and damning.
The girl couldn't have been more than thirteen.
Big eyes. Hair like hers. Freckles, even.
"She