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They drank, watched lights move like slow constellations. There was a ledger of losses both of them carried still, and there would be more nights like the one that had started it all. But tonight, the city had a different taste—salt and rain and the faint, persistent scent of consequence.

"Do you ever forgive them?" Mia asked finally, not entirely of Lilian. maturevan221104miadarklinandlilianblack work

"You did good," Mia said.