A ROOM THAT HOLDS ITS BREATH

POV: Leon

The message came like an apology written in code.

No flourish. No flourish, I liked that, flourishes are for funerals and for people who want the world to perform their grief for them. It was just a short string of text with a link and three words: Mirabel — Annex A. Proof.

I sat at ...

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