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Ronan and Uriel emerge from the shadows of the stall's awning, the crumpled receipts in Uriel's hands, their conversation halting as their attention fixes on the scene playing out on the sidewalk. Adeline lies on the ground, her hands holding her distended belly, shock etched on her face. The woman, a stranger, but a name will be given to her soon, is poised above her, her grip still lingering in the air, the look on her face a macabre contortion of triumph and anger. Time shudders. ...