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Chapter 93: The Nurse Remember

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Adrian's POV

Garrett arrived at seven AM.

He was a compact precise man who carried his equipment in a case that looked like it belonged to a sound engineer and who had the specific quality of stillness that belonged to people who had spent years in rooms where being noticed was a liability. He set up in the foundation's Philadelphia office, which I had cleared for the day, and began working with the focused efficiency of someone who had done this before and had no need to explai

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