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2. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

The knock on the heavy door cut through the silence like a blade against glass-too sharp, too sudden. Reva didn't move at first, her fingers still clenched around the ruined nib of her pen, ink bleeding into her palm like a wound. Finally, she said in a calm but tired voice, "Come in."

The door swung open.

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