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... talking,’ she thought.
Mahir was in the last row. She’d known he was there without looking. When his turn came he walked to Cullens’ station with his usual precise movement, sat, waited. The calibration completed. He came back and sat and put his hands on his knees in the same position as before.
But when he sat he exhaled — barely audible, measured, the kind of breath that had a specific and deliberate quality of release to it.
He’d been holding something since she’d st ...
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