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Normally in a city like this, shadows are a bad thing. They're for people to jump out of when you're walking on a dark night. They're for magical beings to spring out of another dimension when others aren't looking, places for beings to retreat into when wounded, licking the blood off damaged body parts.
But God, was I happy to be in the shadows today.
I left Falconer and her goons at the barbed wire fence a dozen yards back. Lucky for me, they didn't follow.
I retreated into the shaded side of the warehouse, navigating around broken glass and boards until I found a loading bay I could hide under.
I pulled myself against a cold brick wall, catching my breath. Only then did I notice the crazy cold. The wind whipped through the small alley, stirring up a rustle of snowflakes that flu
