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C4 Telemetry

Author: eiress_notes
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Cyrus POV

Cyrus Fox Datu had spent twelve years learning to read bodies in crisis. He could translate tachycardia into narrative, could trace the story of a life in the constellation of scars across a stranger's skin. But sitting across from Arthur Sullivan in a restaurant that charged too much for coffee, he found himself illiterate.

"You didn't have to do this," Arthur said for the third time. He was wearing a shirt that buttoned—actual buttons, not the racing-team polos Cyrus had seen him in
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