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... distant ticking of a grandfather clock in the hall. Sunlight slanted across the room, illuminating dust motes that danced in the heavy, still air. Louis Durant sat perfectly still, the steam from his tea curling upward like a ghost.
"Under one condition, of course," he said.
I nodded slightly, the movement sending a dull throb of pain through my temples. My professional mask felt heavy, but I kept it in place. "Of course," I replied, my voice sandpaper-rough but steady. "State yo ...
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