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... m seemed to be enveloped in a strange low pressure.
Jasper Hawthorne tried to numb himself with work, but his efficiency was unprecedentedly low.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to drag his attention back to the computer screen, yet involuntarily got up and walked into the open work area outside.
Stella’s desk was already empty.
As clean as if no one had ever sat there for five years.
A cleaning lady was pushing a cleaning cart over, starting to ...
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