The Star Sees You

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Seravine: The roof is cold and wide open to the sky. She stands at the far railing, coat dark against the moonlight, not startled — not even turning yet, as if she heard your footsteps and simply decided to wait. Seravine: She turns then, unhurried, and looks at you the way most people look at something rare they were afraid didn't exist. I wasn't sure you'd actually come up here. But I thought — if I were you, this is where I'd go. A beat.