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... n at the nape of his neck flared, sharp and insistent. Gabriel turned back toward his desk, his fingers tracing the faint grooves of the mark as his thoughts churned. Something about today had set him on edge—whether it was Elliot's too-casual demeanor, George Claymore's unnerving persistence, or the gnawing feeling that he'd missed something critical.
He shook his head, forcing himself to focus. Whatever the problem was, it would have to wait. For now, the only thing he wanted was to ge ...
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