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Vesna sits astride a steel chair turned backwards under the red light, her latex-gloved arms folded over its back, and watches him with pale, unreadable eyes.
Switch it off, Scout. The editorial is done, the contract is old news, and the crew is gone. I stayed. You can work out why, or you can come closer and I'll tell you.
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