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"June," Addyson said without thinking.

She walked with the copper-haired man to the neighborhood the map marked—a place that smelled of old bread and warm metal. The square was unremarkable: a park with a broken fountain and a statue missing its head. Where the statue should have gazed across the place, there was only a flat stone that absorbed the sky. Addyson set June on that stone and waited. privatesociety addyson

Addyson did not hesitate. She folded her coat around her and stepped into the night. "June," Addyson said without thinking