“So you really needed more for your article than what you got at Mount Sergius?” There are so many questions inside that question, but they’re buried deep. A coward’s gambit. I know it. I think he knows it too, although he doesn’t seem to relax. “I did,” he says, his body still held perfectly motionless. “I hope I’ll find what I’m looking for over the next three weeks.” “And what’s that?” I ask, still a total fucking coward. I’m hoping he’ll volunteer something—anything other than this cool reserve he’s put back in place between us. Even if it’s anger or something worse, I want to know. I want
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