The room is neat and tidy, with information cubes stored on a bookshelf. Below the information cubes are, shockingly, books. There is a simple bed and photos of family on the walls. Next to the shelf is a writing desk.
Dresden entered his room and shrugged off his jacket, hanging it in the closet.
What a day. He took the book of Keates from his back pocket and tossed it onto the desk.
And now, for more studying, he thought grimly, still a little drunk. He took one of the information cubes from the shelf and began his next session.
The next day...
Dresden came back in and quickly showered and changed. Next time, check engines first, he told himself. Off to the bridge.
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