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Four The light outside her window shifted from bright, golden afternoon to cool blue within the span of a minute, and Celeste glanced up from her iMac, yanked out of her work by the change. She hadn’t marked the passage of time, too captivated by the photo manipulation of a young woman into a fantastical warrior queen for the book cover she’d been commissioned for only yesterday. How long had it been since she’d been so lost in her work? “Too long,” she murmured, leaning back in her chair and reaching her knitted hands above her head to stretch muscles stiffened by long hours of inactivity. After she dropped her hands, she rolled her shoulders and then her head and focused her gaze out the window above her desk. It was just after four, but already the sun had sunk behind the western hil