The Wistful Campus

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The ink on the page was still wet when Mrs. Gable stepped into the archive room, her heels clicking a sharp, rhythmic warning against the stone floor. She did not look at me, nor at the falsified provenance record I had just signed with a steady hand, but her gaze fixed on the corner of the desk where the original medieval manuscript lay open, its edges fraying like old cloth. I felt the heat...

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