It was early afternoon when Fiontann closed the door and leaned against it. His knees and hands were shaking and his breath was labored, he was pale and felt weak and scared at the same time. Scared that the company had made an irreversible mistake. One that they shouldn’t. He started to sweat.
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The Combe Watch
