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on them, and found them locked.
I knocked hard against the glass.
A moment later, a woman appeared in the lit office and came toward me. She unlocked the door and opened it with a look that was half relief, half annoyance.
“Thank God,” she said.
She was in her 50s, with tired hair, a gray cardigan, and the expression of a person who had spent an entire continue reading …
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