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The bell above the Brennan Goldsmiths door rang at 7:43 on a Tuesday, which was the same time it rang every day. Clara Goldstein looked up from the counter and watched Arthur Brennan walk in with three days of beard and the walk of a man who hadn't slept in three days. He ordered black coffee from the diner next door, which was what he always ordered when he was falling apart, and carried it...
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