That morning began like all the preceding mornings of the past two years with the tinny jangling of the little alarm clock on Robin Carews bureau Opening his black eyes he struggled into a sitting position on the narrow bed reached out his hand and turned off the alarm He yawned swung his feet to the floor rubbed his eyes It was half past seven again of another workday morning There was no inkling that this day would be any different from others ...
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