The city of Emberlocke never slept, but it dreamed in neon. Below the flickering signs of noodle bars and data-broker kiosks, in the steam-slicked alley where the rain never quite stopped, two figures sat on milk crates, sharing a cigarette.
Mira opened her eyes. “Dila? I had a bad dream. There was a man made of bones, and then a fox came and ate the dark.”
“That was your last one,” Dila said quietly. “You said so.”
The city of Emberlocke never slept, but it dreamed in neon. Below the flickering signs of noodle bars and data-broker kiosks, in the steam-slicked alley where the rain never quite stopped, two figures sat on milk crates, sharing a cigarette.
Mira opened her eyes. “Dila? I had a bad dream. There was a man made of bones, and then a fox came and ate the dark.”
“That was your last one,” Dila said quietly. “You said so.”
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