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Illustration by Eyugho “You’re sure you can’t come?” Ferris said. “Demos is going to be pissed.” He was ruffling his dark hair with a towel, freshly dressed. His shirt sleeves were stuffy, sticking to his still-damp arms. Ferris always felt too warm after a shower. Seamus shrugged. “He’ll live.”...