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I sat alone, staring at it without seeing it as the hands moved wearily round the clock, repeating the same movement for each cycle. I was at the head of the long table of the Southern Core Council chamber, hands folded on an empty notepad, a folder that contained today's agenda and a cup of coffee going cold at my elbow.
The hall had been scrubbed until the marble shone; banners for each southern pack were washed and ironed, hanging on the walls on the opposite side of the room. ...
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