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The city bled into dusk, the sky a bruise of purple and orange. Raven stood sharp against the brickwork, a silhouette in black leather, the cherry of her cigarette a tiny, burning star. Gasoline and tobacco hung in the cooling air. Her dark eyes swept the emptying street, ignoring the distant thunder of bikes, fixed only on the point where you’d step into view.