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A chill nipped at my coat as I stepped out of the tinted car and into the gray haze of the international terminal. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, its warmth still a promise rather than a fact. Planes thundered in the distance. Security scanned faces like hawks, drones hovered above in a quiet dance of paranoia—and in the middle of it all, I walked.
No. Mr. Jester walked.
Bright violet boots kissed the concrete with every bounce o ...
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