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Five years later, the hidden library still breathes old paper and cedar.I discover Julian sunk into the worn leather armchair, the Rilke volume cracked open on his lap, the one where he scratched out impossible and inked keep going. His reading glasses balance on his nose, a fresh addition he grumbles about without pause. Silver threads through his temples now. Lines bracket his eyes that didn't exist when I collided with him.He lifts his head when I enter, and his January gray eyes fasten on me with the same intensity as the day I dropped his pen. "You're drilling holes into me.""I'm observing. There's a distinction."His mouth jerks. The smile I've catalogued and memorized. The genuine one. "How did the board meeting grind?""The Elena DeVries Foundation just locked funding for three new group homes. We break ground in Corktown next month." I drop into the chair across from him. "Yvonne sends her regards. She claims the forensic accounting division glides along smoothly without m