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... s if the wooden walls and crammed bookshelves had absorbed all the voices of the city just to give us back pure silence. The smell of damp paper, fresh ink, and burnt coffee mixed with raw anxiety.
The mayor — chubby, his face slick with sweat — fanned himself with an embroidered handkerchief that did nothing to hide his panic. He sat in a heavy oak chair that creaked with every sigh. Marlow stood behind his desk, arms crossed, eyes sharp as blades. And us: me and Thalia, lined up like d ...
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