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... s in the morning — the fire not yet built up to its full work, the light coming through the north-facing windows at the angle that made everything look precise and unforgiving.
Vivienne sat at her desk.
The quarterly supply ledger was open in front of her.
She had been looking at it for twenty minutes.
She had not read a single line.
’Focus,’ she told herself, which was something she had been telling herself at approximately four-minute intervals since sit ...
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