The closing
Maya's POV The first blow came on Tuesday. Maya was in the campus housing office, filling out an appeal form with a pen that kept skipping, when the clerk looked up from her screen and smiled — the same practiced warmth as the board chairwoman, the same architecture wearing different skin. "I'm sorry, Miss Bennett. Your housing assignment has been reassigned." "Reassigned?" "Pending review of your scholarship status. The room you occupied —" The clerk checked her notes, though Maya knew she didn't need to. "Room 214, West Dormitory. It's been allocated to another student. Effective immediately." Maya felt the ground shift. Not dramatically. Bureaucratically. The particular cruelty of systems that moved slowly enough to feel inevitable. "I have nowhere else," she said. "I'm sure you
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