I have tried to get the punctuation right. Please comment on this part re-write of the opening scene: (main change is insertion of first paragraph).
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He could hear the heartbeat of the other man standing just inside the door of his room; an internal room buried deep within the mammoth structure of the Central District. Accessed from only one point, it was protected by unseen measures as was the room before, as were the countless rooms that had to be traversed to reach this particular room. With no windows; ventilation came from an exclusive system for this room only; artificial light was supplied by scinten bars recessed in the top of the walls; they were dimmed now, spreading a simmering orange haze to cloud over the ceiling bathing the wooden clad walls in a molten brown. The room was dominated by a single large desk; a chair, facing the rear wall, its occupant still as a statue, only noticeable by the top of his head protruding above the backrest. No chairs for visitors; they were not welcome, especially under these circumstances.
“What shall be your response sir?”
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“Silence will only aggravate them fur-“
“Regrettably, I need not be reminded. I am still formulating a response.” With a frustrated sigh the headmaster turned in his chair to face his secretary. Why did he have to get pestered so early on a Monday morning? He leaned back, drawing in the calming aroma of the new leather; nothing like the smell of new leather he mused. “Couldn’t you get rid of him Hayward?” It was a rhetorical question.
“You know I have tried already s-.” Hayward swallowed his last word at the glare he received from the headmaster.
“Imbecile.” If Hayward was even dreaming he had the ability to handle a delegate from Galkato, he was delusional, it wasn’t the first time he had had to re-educate the man but he was himself reminded of the small thread that kept him from dismissing the man from service; not a thread of finest silk but one of strongest steel.
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He could hear the heartbeat of the other man standing just inside the door of his room; an internal room buried deep within the mammoth structure of the Central District. Accessed from only one point, it was protected by unseen measures as was the room before, as were the countless rooms that had to be traversed to reach this particular room. With no windows; ventilation came from an exclusive system for this room only; artificial light was supplied by scinten bars recessed in the top of the walls; they were dimmed now, spreading a simmering orange haze to cloud over the ceiling bathing the wooden clad walls in a molten brown. The room was dominated by a single large desk; a chair, facing the rear wall, its occupant still as a statue, only noticeable by the top of his head protruding above the backrest. No chairs for visitors; they were not welcome, especially under these circumstances.
“What shall be your response sir?”
“…”
“Silence will only aggravate them fur-“
“Regrettably, I need not be reminded. I am still formulating a response.” With a frustrated sigh the headmaster turned in his chair to face his secretary. Why did he have to get pestered so early on a Monday morning? He leaned back, drawing in the calming aroma of the new leather; nothing like the smell of new leather he mused. “Couldn’t you get rid of him Hayward?” It was a rhetorical question.
“You know I have tried already s-.” Hayward swallowed his last word at the glare he received from the headmaster.
“Imbecile.” If Hayward was even dreaming he had the ability to handle a delegate from Galkato, he was delusional, it wasn’t the first time he had had to re-educate the man but he was himself reminded of the small thread that kept him from dismissing the man from service; not a thread of finest silk but one of strongest steel.
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