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CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX March 28, 2014. Clara leaned against the trunk of a wide old tree beside the science faculty, her phone pressed to her ears. “Yeah, Dad… I’m done for the day. Please can you come pick me up? … Okay. I’ll wait here.” She ended the call with a small sigh and tucked the phone away. “Clara!” Her head turned. Annalise and Monica were weaving through the walkway crowd. Clara straightened a little, forcing a smile. “Hey.” Monica reached her first. “Wow, you look wiped. Long morning?” “Final clearance,” Clara muttered, brushing hair off her face. “Glad it’s over.” Annalise hovered a step behind, shifting her bag higher on her shoulder. She looked at Monica, then at Clara. “Uh… we were hoping we’d catch you.” Clara arched her brow slightly but didn’t say anything. Mo
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