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... ed he wasn’t absorbing a single word.
The document lay open on his desk, margins neatly annotated in his own handwriting, clauses highlighted with precision that usually grounded him. Tonight, it did nothing. His gaze drifted to the window instead, to the muted glow of Paris beyond the glass.
The city looked different at night—less performative, more honest. Streetlamps cast pools of light on wet pavement. A couple lingered beneath an awning across the street, laughter low and un ...
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