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Upon entering, she found Dr. Harris standing by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his usual piercing gaze fixed on the city skyline. His office smelled of sterile antiseptic and expensive leather, and the atmosphere was heavier than usual. “Anna,” he said, finally turning to face her.
His voice was serious and measured. “We have a patient who requires special care, but this job isn’t for the faint of heart.” Anna frowned.
He said. Anna’s breath caught in her throat. Grant Carter.
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