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The air in Professor Donovan’s office was thick with the smell of old books, dust, and the faint, sharp scent of his cologne—something dark and expensive. Outside, the autumn evening had settled over the campus, casting long shadows across the quad. The building was mostly empty, the quiet...

Chapter 1: I remember the day it all started, when I got just a little too bold and maybe just the right amount of honesty. We were sitting together in her car, a crumby SUV with just enough space to get up to funny business in the back, when she looked up at me with her chocolate brown eyes...