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The cable car rails hummed with the sound of weight and motion, their rhythm echoing down the steep iron veins that threaded through Failume Heights. Steam hissed from the joints of the platform vents, curling between the signs and red paper lanterns swaying above the crowd. The air smelled like rain and coal and frying noodles—a mixture Manato had come to associate with home. He stood by the gate, one hand resting on his hip, the other shoved into a cargo pocket. The fur at his tail's tan underside flicked every few seconds, betraying the energy running through him. He checked the time again. Five minutes. His reflection stared back from the cable car's glass: sharp scarlet eyes, messy raven hair falling over the old scar that cut down his left eye. He adjusted his choker, then his jac…