[Claire frowned as she found a folder and in it, a grisly photo of a burned arm. She was not accustomed to seeing such things, and the image of it filled her with a sense of dread.]
[She rifled through the folder before finding a number at the back.]
Here's something. Have a look at this and see what you make of it, Lambda.
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[She rifled through the folder before finding a number at the back.]
Here's something. Have a look at this and see what you make of it, Lambda.