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Winter wind claws at my cheeks as the door clangs shut behind us. Kosti paces the gravel-strewn rooftop, his oxfords crunching over pigeon droppings and stubbed-out cigarettes. Then he stops and turns to me.

“You need to leave, Ari.”

I bark out a laugh. “You’re my travel agent now? Where should I ...

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