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The mall's fluorescent glare dissolved into the safehouse's dim, smoke-hazed gloom. Riley sat on a worn-out couch, a cigarette dangling from her lips, the smoke a shroud around her. Her phone screen glowed with crew business, but her thoughts were anchored elsewhere—to a soft voice, a brightly colored card, a girl who looked like a glimpse of dawn in a city of perpetual twilight. Maya leaned back, flipping the invitation between her fingers with a knowing smirk. 'Just bored,' Riley lied, her voice a low rasp. She tucked the card into her jacket pocket, snatched her cap, and stepped out into the damp night air. Hours later, the imposing oak doors of the church stood before her. She adjusted her cap, her pulse a dull roar in her ears. A gentle tap on her shoulder shattered the silence. Sh…