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... sted into something that might have been a smile but looked more like a wound.
I couldn't read him. Observation was cataloging details—elevated heart rate visible in his neck pulse, dilated pupils, slight tremor in his hands—but none of it coalesced into a clear picture. Psychological Insight kept hitting static, like trying to read someone whose internal logic had completely disconnected from reality. I doubt even Mark knew what he was thinking in this very moment. Regardless, I didn't ...
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