The Wistful Campus
The bell rang. It was a hollow sound. Like a tooth knocked loose. "You look tired, Detective." I didn't answer. I stared at the floor. The linoleum was cracked. A spiderweb of yellowed tape held a corner down. It looked like a wound. A scar that would not heal. Margaret leaned against the desk. She wore her coat. The wool was thin. The elbows were worn. She smiled. It was a small thing. A...
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