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Though it was a Saturday, Ridley woke early the following morning. Dad was heading to the other side of the city to purchase a clock on behalf of his new client from someone who needed the cash more than he needed his collection of pre-Cataclysm collectibles. So Ridley had offered to man the store for the morning, which, sadly, meant she only had about ten minutes left to lie in bed.
She rolled over and squinted at the dull morning light seeping through her curtains, anger resurfacing as the previous night’s conversation with Lilah washed over her again. She and Meera had left soon after that, and Ridley had told Meera not to despair. “I’ll come up with something, don’t worry.” Then she’d sat with her laptop and followed Ezra’s instructions to locate the live feed of the listening dev
