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... ion earlier in the week, unaware that today would be different.
The three of us arrived early. We waited infront the door to her clinic, where the gaslight barely reached.
Clara leaned against the wall, arms drawn close. Konrad stood beside the door frame, silent, still. I paced.
The air smelled of old varnish and something herbal—lavender or chamomile.
"Are you sure this will work?" Clara asked.
"No," I said. "But if we're right about him—then something's ...
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