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PANOPTIC

Synopsis

Faces evade. Hers did. Whether our meeting was fate or coincidence, I’ve never been able to decide. ing her on the street, I couldn’t have picked her out from a crowd. She wasn’t unique. She wasn’t captivating. She was kind.