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32. Vulnerabilities

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The terrace of Blackwood Tower was silent at this hour. Too high for the city noise to reach properly, too exposed for comfort. The wind cut through my shirt, sharp and cold, carrying the smell of rain that hadnโ€™t fallen yet.

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๐˜ž๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฅ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฑ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ด. ๐˜“๐˜ฐ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ด๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ด. ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถโ€™๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ค๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐Ÿ’‹