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When Layla eased open the London Library’s weighty glass door, warmth met her before anything else. Not heat, exactly—more a breath of old paper, faintly sweet, faintly dusty, like a kettle just boiled in a room that had learned patience. St James’s Square fell away behind her with a muted thud, and the hush rose up—calm, practiced, as if the building had been trained to lift a finger to its lips.She had come for one thing. Quiet.Her editor’s last email would not leave her alone. Your prose is beautiful, but where’s the risk? Where’s the thi...
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