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7:22 a.m. - Rooftop of the Safehouse
The city buzzed far below, untouched by the war Mira carried in her chest.
Ivy stood by the edge, her hair tied back, bruises blooming along her arms like violet ink.
Mira approached slowly, unsure of what she wanted to say - only knowing she had to say something.
Ivy didn't turn around.
"You