Cold TeaMaraleona's POV The porcelain cup in my hand was quite beautiful to look at. It had a unique that resembled a lighting strike, but right now, i saw it as something different. The cracks represented the cracks in me, and the way I held it so tightly and wholly in my hands was the way I was trying to hold myself together. It was thin, fragile and radiated a warmth that the winter winds was trying to combat. Outside the frosted windows of The Velvet Lark, the city was a blur of grey slush and falling white, a world being erased by the snow. It was a never ending winter in this part of the world. The café didn't exist on any tourist maps. It was a relic of the old times, tucked away in a basement between the town's ponds. It was the kind of place you either had to be invited in or simply know someone to get in. Across the table were the three people I trusted the most, but even then, my trust felt like a risk. Karen, my lead signal interceptor, a woman whose face resembled a
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