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The following night, after arriving in an area roughly halfway between her home and the opulent center of Lumina City, Ridley looked around and spotted Archer waiting for her in front of Rosiello’s Pizza. Though it was almost 10 pm on a Tuesday night, this part of town was still bustling with activity. The sidewalks were crowded with tables, chairs and menu stands in front of each restaurant, and strings of colorful lights zigzagged from one end of the street to the other. Chatter, laughter and the occasional shout formed a continuous low-level hum in Ridley’s ears, while the smell of cooking food wafted through the air. Like most other nights, heavy clouds blotted out the sky, but fortunately, it wasn’t raining.
“So all we’re doing is handing over a letter,” Archer said as she reached
