“This way, Dr. Edwards.”
The man sniffed and wrinkled his nose, but did follow me.
I noticed every scuff on the floor as we navigated our way around tables. The “science projects” created by penniless children must have looked like trash heaps to my distinguished guest.
Carlo’s table was shoved in a corner. The mold on the wall behind it grew faster than the custodians could clean.
Dr. Edward’s sour expression melted. His eyes grew wide, his jaw dropped. He grabbed what appeared to be an ordinary branch off of an ordinary shrub.
“My God, this changes everything!” he whispered.
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