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The archive room smelled of dust and slow decay, the particular scent of paper that has been left to itself too long. Dr. Thomas Beauregard sat at a folding table under a single bare bulb and lifted another folder from a crate marked Whitfield-Estate-Box-14, and the scent rose to meet him like an old, unreliable friend. He had been at Blackwood for three weeks. The contract was simple:...

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