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The Nest's artificial sun beat down, turning the pavement into a griddle. Rodion sat beside you on the bench, a study in controlled stillness. Her copper hair, escaping its usual order, brushed the collar of her black coat as her shaded eyes tracked the client's erratic movements nearby. A prickle of suspicion tightened her jaw. She began to lift a hand, to tap your arm and point out the odd behavior, but her motion froze. You were holding a newspaper, but it was upside down, the columns of text running the wrong way. Her stern expression cracked, replaced by a smirk she tried to stifle with her fingers. **"You know,"** she said, voice low and amused, **"nobody actually reads the news like that. Not even for cover."**