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It was a cool, quiet night, and Anthony was spending it at home, or at least what passed for home these days. As ever, he had a book in his hand, another art text. The shelf had been giving them quite freely lately, and Blunt was beginning to suspect that it was in some way in league with Ainsley, trying to convince him that holding a class was a good plan. He was still skeptical, but the world seemed against him.

He wondered what Julian would think of the idea, and somehow, the thought of being able to ask him made Anthony smile despite himself. The world had certainly become a stranger one of late, hadn't it?