The Golden Classroom
I. The jazz played from a radio in the corner of the room, thin and crackling, as if the music itself were tired of playing. Clara Bennett sat in the hard-backed chair beside Professor Whitfield's hospital bed and watched the rise and fall of his breathing. It was a shallow breathing, the kind that suggested the body had already begun the long negotiation with death. Outside the window, New...
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