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... ike a staging ground. Garment bags hung from doorframes. Stylists and caterers came and went in soft-soled shoes, murmuring into phones. Every time Lucas passed through a hall someone pressed a clipboard into his hand, or a schedule, or another list of names to approve. The scent of polish and espresso had been replaced by starch, perfume, and nerves.
In the middle of it all, the binder sat exactly where he’d left it: on the nightstand beside his bed, a pale block of paper with a crease ...
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