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... ough the corridors.
I stopped in the shadowed corner of the third-floor landing and checked my reflection in the hallway mirror. The glass was tarnished, old, probably hadn’t been cleaned in years. Good enough.
The face looking back at me had the right expression. Eyes down. Mouth in a thin line. Shoulders hunched just enough to look defeated without being theatrical.
Showtime.
I adjusted my dinner jacket collar and headed for the stairs.
Let’s see what to ...
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