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I walked through the dusty floors with a measuring tape in one hand and a sketch in the other. My idea of manual labor was carrying a laptop to a coffee shop, but standing in the hollowed-out mill, I felt a rush of adrenaline I hadn’t felt in a while.
Oliver was already there, marking walls and muttering about load-bearing beams. Beatrice had come along to keep me company again, which really meant she wanted an excuse to watch Oliver work. I did not blame her.
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