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The snow tasted like salt and copper the night Luca Rivera saw her again.
He had stepped out of the bodega on Montrose Avenue with a paper cup of coffee already leaking through the lid, the chill biting the webbing of his fingers. A cab hissed by, slushing dirty snow against his boots. He didn’t care. He was counting heartbeats—anythin……
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