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The green neon sign above the door hummed like an insect trapped in glass. It cast a sickly stripe of chlorophyll-colored light across the wet pavement outside. Inside, the air smelled of old beer, stale tobacco, and sandalwood polish. Silas Blackwood did not look up from the ledger. He balanced his pen on two fingers. The ink spilled over the page. The door opened with a groan. Rain drummed against the window panes. Aurora Carter stepped into the dry warmth. She shook the water from her hair. Her shoulder length black strands stuck to her neck with sweat. She wore a delivery apron over a grey coat. Silas set the pen down. He wiped his hands on a rag. His hazel eyes locked onto hers. Rory? She froze. The till turned over its own movement. Don’t move. Silas said nothing. He picked up the rag. He walked toward the private room. His left leg buckled slightly. He steadied himself on the doorframe. I should go. Aurora moved to follow. She adjusted her strap. Her left wrist twitched. The small scar pulled under the material of her sleeve. She left the apron on the counter. She is here. Silas didn’t answer. He poured two more shots. Both of them were trembling. He set the glasses down on the wood. The wood groaned. You look different. Silas leaned against the tankard. His ring finger clicked against the metal. It was silver. It caught the dim light. Did not want to see. Aurora sat in a chair. She pulled out her phone. She didn’t turn it on. I miss it. The city. Silas hid his face in his palm. He didn’t speak. His grey-streaked auburn hair fell forward. Where did you disappear to? Rory looked at the rough wood of the wall. Cardiff. Silas stopped writing. The pen hesitated. He let it drop back onto the desk. Rory? He took a long sip. He set the glass down hard. It vibrated on the counter. I didn’t want to come back. Silas removed his signet ring. He held it out. It was cold. I knew you would. Aurora looked at the bookshelf. It lines ran diagonally. She felt the weight in her throat. Why here. Silas touched the wood. His fingers stained with ink. Because you live. Above. Aurora stood. She walked toward the counter. Her boots were wet. You know that. Silas looked at her shoes. We drifted. Silas turned back to the bar. He lit a cigarette. He inhaled deeply. He exhaled a cloud into the corner. Seven years. Aurora placed a hand on her arm. Her skin was pale. Time changes things. It does. It changes everything. Silas took the cigarette out of his mouth. He didn’t blow out the ember. You think I am like Antes. No. Silas heard the name. He finished the thought. I was always like Els. Aurora went back to her chair. She sat down heavily. The springs creaked. You know who I am. Silas nodded. He put the cigarette in the ashtray. He didn’t tap it. Yes. Aurora stared at the maps. They were old world maps. Moons were missing. What happens now. Silas stood up. He hit the cabinet. The bottles rattled. Nothing. He walked to the doorway. He opened the bookshelf. The hidden room appeared behind the spines. The air smelled of dust. You knew. I did. Silas walked through the shadows. He gestured to the darkness. It’s not a meeting place. It’s my office. Rory walked into the room. She saw the dust floating in the light. The shadows of the ceiling hung low. Why now. He turned to the door. He closed the bookshelf. The click sounded like a lock. Because you are back. Aurora stepped forward. She touched the wall. We are different. Silas nodded. He looked at the floor. You say that. Rory looked at the secret door. It blocked the view of the alley. Who lived. Silas closed the bookshelf. He walked to the bench. He sat down. He put his head in his hands. It is waiting. Aurora stood. She looked at the ring. It was still on the table. I can take it. Silas looked up. His eyes were wet. No. He stood up. He put it back. The light hit the metal. We don’t need it. Rory placed it down. She walked toward the door. I am going. Silas stopped her by the doorframe. He touched her wrist. The scar was there. It was a crescent. You think I need a job. I do. Silas released her. He stepped back. It is better. Rory took a breath. We don’t talk. Silas looked over his shoulder. He touched the map. It doesn’t matter. He walked out. The rain started again. The wind pushed the door shut. The neon buzzed. The air grew cold. Silas went back to the bar. He poured a drink. He did not drink it. He set it on the counter. The door creaked open. Aurora stepped out. She did not walk away. Come inside. Silas looked through the glass. He touched the wood. No. Aurora stood in the rain. She heard the door padlock clink. Silence. The neon hummed. The wind picked up. The door stayed shut. Silas stood. Rory looked at the building. The alley was empty. She turned. The street was empty. Silas stood. The door closed. The wind blew.