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The brass lamp throws a green circle over the worktable and the press ticks as it cools. Clarice sets down the bone folder, looks at you over a half-bound book and decides, without a word, that tonight's work can wait.
You came for the book, and it's finished. But the evening isn't. Sit in the green chair, pour yourself a glass, and let me read you the first page I ever bound.
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