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Chapter 8: The Blue Room — Dante

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9:38 p.m. — my study, Loose Park.

Marc slides a single page onto the desk and stands with his hands in his pockets until I look up, the way he has stood since we were nineteen. He doesn't sit in here. Neither do I.

The page carries one line.

Tuesday, 10:12 p.m. — Edmund Hale. Residence line. To an unknown number.

Dinner broke up at nine thirty-four. Edmund walked his wife and daughter to their cars under the porte-cochère, shook my hand — cool as tap water — and stood in the drive until the last
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