Ricky rests a single hand against the cold glass pane, his reflection appearing ghostly in the window. The camera slowly zooms past his shoulder, focusing on a single, tiny flickering light from Meddie's distant house. Tiny dust motes drift in the air as the city lights below shimmer with a cold, distant energy. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): Ricky: "Limits. I don't belie...
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