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... led slowly through Leicester's morning traffic. Roads were cordoned off. Police were already redirecting side streets. Temporary metal fencing lined the pavement in a half-circle around the mural site. People were packed in behind the barriers, necks craning, phones already raised.
Tristan sat in the back seat, one leg crossed over the other. His dress shirt was crisp — collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled. His blazer sat folded beside him, untouched. Sunlight spilled through the window, cu ...
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