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Author: Thekla Jackiv
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The moonlight slashed the ballroom in blue ribbons. The chandeliers overhead was off, but the floor still gleamed like a polished lie. I was barefoot on wooden floor, spine arched, arms lifted—dancing like no one was watching.

Which, of course, meant someone definitely was.

The air was humid with gathering storm and yesterday’s cigar smoke. My pulse was doing a tango with my ribs, but I moved slow, liquid—Marta called it dancing, but she never saw what it supposed to look like in my head. I wasn’t really dancing. I was remembering how it feels to be happy. And then I felt the heat.

Not from the fast movement or polished floor or the tired moon. But from the shadow in the doorway.

He didn’t speak or breathe, not in a way a normal human does. Just stood there like a question I didn’t want to acknowledge, watching me dance with the kind of attention you only give to something you’re thinking of breaking. I swore in my mind, didn’t say anything, and stopped.

“Elky,” I said eventu
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    Palermo at night looked like it had finished the Friday dinner and was now deciding what to do with the fish bones.The car had tinted windows and that faint new-leather smell that always made me think of dirty money disinfectant. The marina lights slid by our windows in long wet streaks. Inside, everything was muted, softened, as if the city had been wrapped in silk cloth and told us to behave.Elky sat beside me in the back seat. The driver was in front, a local low-key gangster Nicos had arranged for us last minute. That usually meant the guy was either reliable or disposable. We could do with some steady driving that night: the guy drove like he knew the streets too personally and thought the police was just a rumor. Her was in his late forties, with a face that had learned to stay neutral early in life and never forgot the lesson. He had olive skin, pleasant aftershave, and a jaw that had taken a few punches in its time. His eyes were almost black and steady, the kind that looked

  • The Vision She Hid   139

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  • The Vision She Hid   138

    I have to say, the conversation got kinda more exciting. It wasn’t getting any friendlier though. The toro sat on Lucia’s plate like a bribe nobody wanted to take. The champagne sweated in the bucket. Lucia watched me over the rim of her glass. And the two lawyers watched Lucia like two beta males watching their alpha making a fool of himself. Elky, too, watched the space in front of him like someone had taken his past and hung it there for inspection.“Ok, ok. Since you’re in an evidence mood,” Lucia said at last, “we might as well look at the ghost you’ve been chasing all this time.”She turned her head a notch. The French lawyer got the signal and reached somewhere behind his chair. He lifted a slim black tablet case with his two pale fingers, the way you handle something contaminated with deadly poison. He laid it on the table between us, rotated it so it faced me, and tapped the screen.The tablet woke up. A familiar header slid into view. Δ-12 ADVERSE EVENT SUMMARY. Underneath,

  • The Vision She Hid   137

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  • The Vision She Hid   136

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  • The Vision She Hid   135

    The storm came in sideways over the hills. You could hear the vines complaining through the old stone. Christofides house held the noise the way it held everything else—behind thick walls, under a roof that had seen more convincing threats. We had taken the long dining table away from food. No plates, no candles. Just laptops, printouts, three cold coffee pots, and enough wires to trip a small army. The crystal chandelier above us looked confused. It was built for weddings and gala dinners, not for corporate autopsies. I sat halfway down the table with a stack of shipping logs on my right and a legal pad on my left. The pad stayed mostly clean. The logs did all the talking. Novazene LLC. Novazene Holdings. NovaZ Therapeutics. Then the same thing in Maltese, Cypriot, Greek, and whatever language tax men can dream of. Corporate addresses in Wilmington, Valetta, and Limassol. One phone number that rang in Zurich but nobody picked up. Nicos sat at the head of the table because he a

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