Coming Home Again
They landed in Velmora on a Thursday morning. The city looked different after Constanta, the way all home cities looked different after you had been somewhere else for a few days, sharper and more familiar at the same time, the specific contours of a place you knew well made vivid by the brief contrast of somewhere you didn't. She looked at it through the car window on the drive from the airport and felt it settle around her the way it always settled, as something she understood in her bones. Rafe met them at the gate. He had the morning security report ready and delivered it in the clipped efficient way she had come to rely on, three days of routine activity, nothing significant, the cooperative families stable, the Renn arrangement's first monitoring report due in two weeks and alread
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