The Midnight Assignment
The Midnight Assignment I The rain hit the Bronx like it had a personal grudge. Claire Donovan watched it from the window of her office - a small room with a flickering fluorescent light, a desk that wobbled if you leaned on it wrong, and a corkboard covered in referral forms and attendance sheets that nobody ever filled out correctly. Outside, the students were spilling out of the building...
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