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cursive on the gray. In the distance, the Strait flared
white where Africa and Europe argue softly
forever.
Sofia’s final whisper for the day drifted through
a cracked speaker, gentle as a lullaby.
“You will thank me later.”
Henry turned the speaker facedown.
“Or we won’t,” he said. “And that will be the
point.”
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