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Tucked back in his workshop, Verin worked, but he was distracted. He had so many more questions now. He listed them in a notebook, considering which ones he would be brave enough to ask. He just hoped the information he was being given access to would answer them. Early thoughts on devices to conduct tests at the portal site were hastily drawn on the papers scattered before him. Time took a backseat, and he worked in a flow state, unloading ideas and trying to group them like a puzzle. He would lift the drawn schematic or text from one parchment and place it on another, joining similar ideas that could work together. The buzz of his mobile phone jerked him out of his work. Seeing Jo’s name come up created both rising joy and immediate consternation. Her message asked if he was free to
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