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CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND THREE
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On a Sat morning, Phillip called his lawyer.

He had read the story around six and a half. Coffee was in his hand, at his desk when the alert arrived on his phone. He read the headline then the piece. He placed the phone down.

He remained at his desk for a considerable period of time.

He gazed at the window.

The estate grounds outside was grey and still. December: Doing what December does. Bare branches. Flat light. A colorlessness of a morning of nothing but itself

He pondered over what he just
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