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He turned and walked out of the M&S, past the rotisserie chickens and the reduced-to-clear flapjacks. The automatic doors hissed shut behind him.

Serina’s chin dipped. “Mm-hmm.”

“No,” he said, leaning closer. His breath smelled of rain and rust. “You’re a head bobber. And I need you to nod for me one last time. To confirm that Starling’s Gloom existed. That my memory isn’t a lie.” marks head bobbers serina

Gareth’s voice crackled over the headset. “Serina? You there? We’ve got a queue at the wine samples. Need a bobber.” He turned and walked out of the M&S,