A man walked into her line of sight. His brown hair appeared black as he passed through a shadow, and his thin, delicate lips looked out of place on his angular face. He carried himself with an easy confidence, though there was a weariness to him she’d never seen before. Her eyes fell to his right hand, where a strip of sanitary cloth was wrapped around his knuckles. “Everything all right?” she asked. He followed her gaze and smiled gently. “An accident. Thank you.” They studied each other. His smile faded. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?” Soran Keize said. She straightened her back.
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