She was on her feet before she'd fully woken up.Four steps to the door, handle down, pulled it open in one motion, and the hallway was empty. The fluorescent strip overhead hummed its flat, indifferent hum. Both directions clear. The stairwell fire door at the far end was closed and still. No footsteps. No retreating figure. Nothing in the hallway except the specific, mocking quiet of a space that had been occupied and vacated in the thirty seconds it took her to move from her bed to the door.She looked down.The mat outside their door had one thing on it that hadn't been there this morning. A folded piece of paper, plain white, no envelope. The kind of paper that came from a library printer or a campus computer lab, the slightly cheap, slightly gray white of institutional printing rather than personal.She picked it up. Unfolded it.One page. A single email, printed with full headers intact. The timestamp at the top. The sender line. The recipient line. Her name in the To: field, f
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