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She stood at the mouth of an alley between a shuttered café and a laundromat, where an ancient mural of a blue whale had been painted over so many times the texture read like topographic map. The address she’d been given was not an address at all but a gesture: count three storefronts from the whale’s eye, knock twice, then slide your palm across the rusted steel.

There was a rustle, like clothes shifting in a draft. The grey-eyed man’s expression softened in a way that made nothing softer. Deeper.24.01.25.Amber.Moore.Third.Space.Part.1....

Amber didn’t look away. She leaned forward and let the first image sweep over her. She stood at the mouth of an alley