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... bed high enough to pale the curtains. The air still held the faint chill of dawn, but his head felt clearer. He had washed away what remained of the night. Everything, from the haze, the self-reproach, the strange heaviness that had refused to leave his chest...
And then he tried to put himself back in order. No matter how much he was still reeling from the death of that woman and his guilt towards his wife, there were still a dozen things waiting for him outside these walls. Lots of let ...
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