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... fectant, wax, and that faint metallic dryness hospitals couldn’t ever quite hide. He let the scent settle. It still made his stomach tighten, though he’d been walking these floors every day for a week.
He crossed the lobby toward the elevator, shoulders slouched, backpack hanging a little too heavy for a single textbook. Someone coughed. A baby cried. The fluorescent lights hummed like they had somewhere else to be.
The elevator doors opened. He stepped in and watched the floor n ...
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