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"I thought you’d have learned by now," he said. "Icarus."

He laughed, not unkindly. "Always the moralist." chantal del sol icarus fallenpdf

Chantal’s fingers brushed the small retrieval drive at her belt. Someone had paid well for this—enough to make the run worth the risk. She had taken worse jobs for less. But this job had a pulse to it, a pattern under its surface that felt dangerously like hope. "I thought you’d have learned by now," he said

Footsteps echoed from the plaza’s edge. She had expected guards; she had not expected the figure that stepped forward: a man in a coat scoured of color, an old soldier with a jaw like broken stone. He smiled, and it was as tired as the city. Someone had paid well for this—enough to make

"Why take this risk?" the man asked finally. "You could walk away, Chantal."

Someone else wanted what she held.