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Chapter 114: The Last Memory (Kira POV)

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The markers run out at number fourteen, which is seven meters from the stain, and beyond fourteen there is just alley, untouched, a gap between the back walls of two buildings with a drain in the centre and a broken pallet propped against the left wall and a scattering of debris along the base of the right one.

I walk back.

Not fast, just back, retracing the eight steps between the last marker and the stain, and I stand over it and look down at the concrete. The st

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