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Torn diary page The closer the work gets to completion, the more the situation heats up. I cannot shake the feeling of an approaching thunderstorm: the very air seems to be electrified. Yesterday there was another failed attempt on Weinberg’s life. And Ferguson doesn't even bother to hide his disappointment about it. They're like a pack of dogs fighting over a bone hanging above their heads. All I have to do is to immerse myself in work like Hemnitz and ignore what’s happening. Sometimes I remind myself that an ostrich that tries to bury its head in the sands of the Ministry might end up hitting it against the concrete floor... But I must finish this project. Then I’ll have my chance of redemption...