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The late afternoon sun gilded the rooftop, casting long shadows. I stood at the edge, the white folds of my himation stirring in the warm wind, a circlet of gold resting lightly on my hair. Below, the city moved in its endless rhythm. I felt it before I saw him—a touch like live coal against my shoulder, a presence I'd known for centuries. I didn't turn immediately. I let the silence stretch, then finally looked over my shoulder at the tall, dark-clad figure standing there. 'Lo,' I said, my voice low and steady. 'I asked you not to touch me.'