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Clinton’s reply came fast, his voice clipped with energy. “I’m on my way,” he said, breathless, as if ready for this very call. Ben could almost see him moving already, boots laced, jacket zipped.
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The weight of what was unfolding pressed heavy in the air. Ben slid his phone back, every second stretching thin. By the time Clinton arrived, who knew what might change?
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