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Chapter 14: The Restricted Section
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2026-04-20 13:24:04"Aldric keeps his personal documents in a floor safe behind the left bookshelf panel," Maren said. "The combination changes on the first of every month. I don't know the current one." She paused. "But there's a secondary set of copies, working copies he uses for the intake administration, kept in a locked drawer in the east faculty records room. Third floor, north corridor. Not his office. A room most people don't know exists because it doesn't appear on any current floor plan and the door re
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