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A cool breeze fluttered the curtains over the bedroom window, and sunlight came in to leave a bright square on the brown carpets. It was early morning, and the sun was just starting to peek over the tops of skyscrapers in the city's western quarter. A planet with retrograde motion. That would take some getting used to.
Harry stood at the window in blue jeans and a windbreaker over his t-shirt, glorying in the feeling of cool air on his skin. There were moments when he missed Ottawa and its crisp, clear spring days.
He caught the sound of the door opening and turned.
Claire burst into the room in a windbreaker of her own, her hair done up in twin braids that fell almost to the small of her back. “Ready to go, Dad?” she asked, flashing the screen of her small multi-tool so he would see
