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CASPIAN She comes to breakfast with something new in her face. I notice it before she sits down, before she pours her coffee, before she wraps both hands around the cup in the way she always does — something has shifted in her overnight, settled into place, the specific quality of a person who has found solid ground after a long time of uncertain footing. I look at it and I think about her coming to my study last night and what she said and what I said and what it cost both of us, and I look back at my report and I say nothing. Marcus arrives and reads the room with his usual accuracy and pours his coffee and applies himself to a report with great professional focus. He lasts three minutes. He looks up. He looks between us. He looks back down. He says, to no one in particular, “Very nor
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