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... It was the candles, probably, the way they pulled the light inward, made the shadows press closer at the edges of the room, reduced everything to the circle of faces around the table and the maps spread between them. During the day this room felt like possibility. Maps spread across every surface, plans sketched out on parchment, the sense that something was being built, something that could change things. At night it felt like the weight of everything that still needed doing, pressing down on a ...
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