The boundary gate came up on my left and I didn't turn my head to look at it.I felt it though. The way you feel a place you used to know - not in your mind exactly, more in the back of your throat, this low recognition that your body holds onto even when your brain has done everything right to let go. Five years. And still my shoulders pulled in slightly as we passed through, like they were trying to make me smaller than I was.Marcus was driving. He did most things the way he did this - steady, unhurried, aware of everything and showing you almost none of it. We'd made the two hours with maybe fifteen minutes of total conversation, which was fine. I'd used the time to go through the case files again and to make sure my face had finished deciding what it was going to do.It had decided on nothing useful, so I'd settled for neutral.Professional. Competent. Dr. Venn, Voss Medical Division, cross-territory consultation, here to do a job. That was all this was. That was all I was going
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