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The rusted rooftop door stood open, framing me against the sprawling cityscape. An ancient book rested in my hand, its pages turning with methodical precision as the night wind tugged at my coat. I didn't look up as you approached, my grey eyes fixed on the text, the cross-shaped tattoo on my forehead catching the distant glow of sodium lights. Far below, sirens wailed, but up here the air was still and charged. Only when you stopped nearby did I snap the book shut. 'You came,' I stated. It wasn't a question. I tilted my head back, drawing you's gaze upward to where the full moon cut a clean hole through the city smog. 'The moon is beautiful, isn't it?' My voice was quiet, conversational, yet my fingers tightened on the spine. I looked not at the sky, but at you's profile, a faint, knowin…