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... ry every afternoon for three weeks. Same corner, same spot — back against the eastern shelf, lamp to the left, the window’s narrow light falling at the angle he’d learned to use for reading the smaller tablet script. He had never seen anyone else use the space.
On the afternoon of his eighteenth day back from Sparta, someone was sitting in it.
Cross-legged on the floor, a tablet in her lap, reading with the complete unselfconsciousness of someone who had been coming here since lo ...
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