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CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE: THE RENEWAL

Author: Sir Josh
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It happens on a Thursday morning in March.

Not because Thursday is significant. Not because March has any particular claim on them. Because on a Wednesday evening Lucian said, tomorrow. And I said, yes. And that was the whole of the planning.

Mrs. Caldwell is the witness.

She arrives at nine with the particular expression of a woman who has been told what the morning requires and has determined that it requires nothing from her except her presence and her silence and her genuine affection for t
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