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In the meeting room, I saw Julian through the thick bulletproof glass.
He was wearing an orange jumpsuit, his hair was a mess, and his face was still bruised. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked utterly exhausted.
The moment he saw me, his eyes turned red. He slammed his hand against the glass, his voice hoarse.
"Aurora Russo, was it you who saved me from the warehouse fire all those years ago? Was it you?"
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