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M looked out over the lagoon. The rain was finally letting up. A thin, gray light pierced the clouds. She thought of the file’s title. Quantum of Solace. An old term from a story she’d once read—not about revenge, but about the tiny, irreducible amount of humanity that remains after catastrophe. The spark that keeps a person from becoming a monster.
She took the phone. The line was already open.
She looked at the phone. Bond had just thrown his away. PC - 007- Quantum of Solace
Static. Then his voice. Flat. Devoid of the old charm. “I found him.”
The rain over Venice had not stopped for seventy-two hours. It fell in sheets, washing the centuries of grime from the marble and depositing it into the swollen canals. For most, it was a nuisance. For M, it was a funeral shroud. M looked out over the lagoon
“Come home, James,” she said quietly. “Vesper wouldn’t want this.”
A long pause. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, but no less final. “Vesper is dead. What she wanted died with her. What’s left is only what I do now.” She thought of the file’s title
He hung up.
Available in 10kg (25lb) and 20kg (50lb) bags
Choice of three colors to match our copings range