Citrine in her yellow evening gown and mask, adorned with her namesake gemstones for both jewelry and embellishments, a file folder tucked under one arm. [...] Citrine lifted the file folder, opened it and handed me a set of pages, neatly stapled. [...] Citrine nodded once, the rest of the file folder held behind her back.
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She handed me the folder, and my arm sagged with the weight of it. I approached Grue and stood next to him as I paged through it.

It was a three-hundred page treatise, complete with binding at the spine and a gray cover printed with the simple words ‘Brockton Bay: Crime and Public Safety'.

Imago 21.4