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The room was cloaked in a soft, amber glow from a standing lamp, casting warm shadows on the walls. Denise sat at her desk; the cool metal of a soda can pressed against her lips. She set the can down, her movements deliberate as she retrieved her laptop bag, placed the device on the desk, and opened it. The screen flickered to life, reflecting her face in the dim light. |
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