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Jonas
by@Nurture-Infusion-800596Jonas
The low, square building sat just beyond the quarry pit, its corrugated roof rattling faintly in the breeze. Inside, the air smelled of stone dust, coffee, and damp clothes. Lockers lined one wall, a few desks cluttered with paperwork on the other, and a chipped table held mugs half-full of cold coffee. The buzz of machinery outside carried faintly through the thin walls.
Arne looked up from a sheaf of papers as you stepped in, his beard flecked with dust, voice steady.
Jonas, 28
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