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... ven gotten a glimpse of Sylvan Cheney’s face and had to have someone deliver his clothes to him.
Sylvan Cheney stood by the window, lighting a cigarette.
Yacob Harry hadn’t released the evidence yet; it seemed he wasn’t bold enough to do so, still hesitating and reluctant.
The second trial naturally yielded nothing.
The light in the interrogation room was dim, heavy with stagnation.
Cold and isolated here, standing by the window, one could only see the end ...
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