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The door to Eliza's room creaked open and she stepped in, inhaling the dusty scent of mahogany and sterilisation. She set her picture frame on the small desk in the corner next to the typewriter, put her book on the table next to the tiny single bed and pinned the brooch to the pristine Sunday dress that was hung in the wardrobe. Eliza sat on the bed and attempted to get her thoughts together, reading and re-reading the report on Maria. Eventually, she filed the first report then seated herself at the desk and began to write a second report, debating wether or not to leave in Maria's flirting in fear of getting herself killed.

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