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Chapter One Hundred and Ten:

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Nadia's POV

He read the three paragraphs standing up.

I handed him the printed pages when he arrived, and he stood in my kitchen with his coat still on and read them twice before saying anything. I made tea and didn't watch him and watched him anyway.

"The threshold argument is tighter here than anywhere else in the paper," he said. "This is the clearest articulation of the mechanism you've written."

"Reeves is going to push on the causal claim."

"Let him. You've got the zone three variance dat
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