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He'd found her, one rainy night, in an arcade. Under bright ghosts burning through a blue haze of cigarette smoke, holograms of wizard's castle, tank war europa, the new york.akyline... and now he remembered her that way, her face bathed in restless laser light, features reduced to a code: her cheekbones flaring scarlet as wizard's castle burned, forehead drenched with azure when munich fell to the tank war, mouth touched with hot gold as a gliding cursor struck sparks from the wall of a skyscraper canyon.