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The room flickered. The harsh fluorescent light overhead buzzed and died, leaving only the amber glow of his desk lamp. But the light didn't cast shadows anymore; it cast depth .
"Paula?" Elias breathed.
The floorboards of the archive creaked, but not under Elias’s feet. They creaked behind him. School Models Paula Custom.68 --39-LINK--39-
"School Models Paula Custom.68," Elias whispered, reading the handwritten label on the tab. Below it, someone had scrawled a frantic note in red ink: --LINK-- . The room flickered
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