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... atches. A weak bulb hung from the ceiling, giving off a dull light over the cracked floor. Against the wall sat an old desk, its surface scratched and uneven.
A young man with messy dark brown hair and tired blue eyes sat at the desk, leaning over a worn notebook. The chair wobbled under him as he wrote, the sound of the pen scrabbling against the paper keeping him company. The air was cold, slipping through the dirty window beside him, but he kept on studying quietly in the dim light. < ...
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