Chapter 24
I walked home slowly. Not because I was tired, though I was, but because walking gave the size of what I was carrying somewhere to go before I brought it into the contained space of my apartment where it would simply sit with me and demand to be examined. Daniel and Margaret. Less than a minute on a pavement outside a legal networking event, voices below the ambient noise of the street, the compressed efficiency of people exchanging something rather than conversing. I had been watching them as separate presences for weeks, two figures moving through different parts of the same world without obvious intersection, and tonight that understanding had been quietly and irrevocably dismantled. Not by making the investigation larger. By making it smaller. More concentrated. The specific quality
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