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... light and muted city noise. Lucas sat with the binder balanced on his knees, thumb running along the edge of the photocopied pages. He didn’t open it; he just felt its weight, heavier than it should be, like a stone he’d chosen to pick up. Windstone sat beside him, silent and watchful, his pale-green eyes flicking to the street only when necessary.
By the time the sedan rolled through the gates and up the long drive, dusk was already pressing at the windows. Warm light spilled from the m ...
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