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Slowly, the lights came back on. But they weren't the harsh fluorescent tubes of the bunker. They were warm, golden sunbeams.

A woman sat across from him. Mira. But different. Happier. Wearing clothes that weren't tactical gear.

"Is it done?" a voice asked from the doorway. It was Mira, wrapped in a heavy wool coat, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion.

"Shh," Mira said, gripping the back of his chair.

The Bay S04e01 Libvpx [work] [2024]

Slowly, the lights came back on. But they weren't the harsh fluorescent tubes of the bunker. They were warm, golden sunbeams.

A woman sat across from him. Mira. But different. Happier. Wearing clothes that weren't tactical gear.

"Is it done?" a voice asked from the doorway. It was Mira, wrapped in a heavy wool coat, her eyes rimmed with exhaustion.

"Shh," Mira said, gripping the back of his chair.


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