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New York -> Hong Kong -> Nanjing

The flight was a plane flight. Entirely too long, and from Vancouver on, I was crammed against the window with two big guys next to me. So, I didn’t do much other than try and nap all the flight, listen to my music, etc. All in all, not as bad as it could have been, but it was certainly a ( Read more... )

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Epilogue

Six months had passed since Franziska von Karma had last seen Adrian Andrews, in the middle of a crowded airplane terminal at the Hamburg International Airport. An awkward goodbye and embrace followed by a sudden, passionate if brief kiss, and then the blonde woman had been swept up in the unrelenting march of ( Read more... )

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Nine

It was Friday night in Hamburg, and Franziska von Karma found herself oddly engaged in preparing for an event she’d only been convinced into attending little more than a day before. The young prodigy applied the last touches of makeup to her face gently and sparingly, tucked a few blue-gray strands of blow-dried hair back into ( Read more... )

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Eight

“Absolutely not,” the young prodigy shook her head. “I refuse to take part in such a foolish, extravagant waste of time.” Franziska crossed her arms in front of her chest, clearly riled up by the appearance of the extremely extroverted defense attorney. “They’re dull wastes of one’s night.”

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Seven

The fact that she had no idea where she was didn’t disturb Adrian Andrews in the least. She could certainly infer much from the surroundings. Outside the thin white curtains that fluttered in a gentle breeze, the blonde American could see a stretch of thin, pearl-white sand that stretched as far as her eyes could ( Read more... )

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Six

“You are not my daughter.”

The voice was deep and rough, a rumbling, gravelly bass that one felt as much as heard. It was oddly calm, though anyone who knew the voice well could pick up the inflections that suggested a deep, hot streak of anger and disappointment. So much was contained in the subtle tones, that ( Read more... )

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Five

It was Wednesday.

Adrian Andrews had been in Hamburg, Germany, for just under a week now. The weather had been nice and warm, with no traces of the heavy rain and storms that Franziska had mentioned plaguing the area in early summer. The sun was high in the sky, shining its life-giving glow down on everything ( Read more... )