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... he faint ticking of the small clock in the living room. Cairo’s hand was still in mine, but his grip had loosened as if he wasn’t sure whether he was even allowed to stand there.
I cleared my throat softly, trying to sound calm even though my heart was pounding.
"Come in," I said, stepping aside and gesturing toward the door. "Cairo’s probably tired from the hospital. Let’s all go inside first."
Egypt and Paris exchanged another uncertain glance before moving hesitantly. ...
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