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[there is a desk, and on that desk is a lamp, casting a dim, forlorn glow on the stained, scratched surface; on that surface is a stack of papers, and a stack of books, and a cold cup of coffee

Kate is reading and sketching and scribbling and, on occasion, muttering]

Still can't figure out what that demon was. Wonder if they have.

[she pauses, fighting the urge to close her eyes]

Wonder if they'll still be there when I get back.