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... ange, he was too controlled for that. But I’d gotten good at reading him over the past weeks, the binding helped, sure, but mostly it was just knowing him.
And something was off.
It started Wednesday morning when he came back from an early meeting at the archive. I’d been half-asleep still when he returned, but I felt him through the binding, tense, worried, and trying very hard to project calm.
"Morning," I mumbled. "Everything okay?"
"Fine, just routine research ...
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