The Wild Teacher
Act I: The Warehouse The warehouse smelled like paint and dust and possibility. Clara Voss stood in the doorway, her hands clasped behind her back, and surveyed the space: forty feet wide, twenty feet deep, three walls painted white, one wall painted black — she had painted it herself the night before, with a brush and a can of chalkboard paint she'd bought at a hardware store in Dorchester....
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