The Wistful Campus

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The ink was still wet on the page when the hand in the mahogany box twitched, a single, dry spasm of the index finger that knocked the brass paperweight off the desk and sent it clattering against the baseboard with a sound like a dropped coin. I did not look up from the ledger, though my breath caught in my throat and stayed there, a cold stone against my ribs. I was cataloging Dr. Elias...

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