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... silence no one admits they're using to process everything — I stood up, stretched my back with the crack of someone aging poorly, and turned to him.
"Alright," I said, in the tone of someone wrapping up a very productive, but undeniably disastrous meeting. "You've told me how rotten the world is, who's holding the reins, and where the poison is buried... great. Now you just need to tell me one more thing."
He looked up, alert like a student who'd missed half the lecture.
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