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... ox, wild-eyed and gasping out the words "The man in white is missing", I didn’t exactly leap out of my chair with poise and grace.
No, I half-choked on my own breath, sputtered something unprintable, and bolted for the door before Fitch could even finish raising a smug eyebrow. There are moments in life when clever remarks lose to the baser instinct of run now, quip later, and this was one of them.
The library’s air — that calm, hushed cathedral of ink and dust — was instantly be ...
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