He smiles at that—then something occurs to him, and he narrows his eyes. “I do not suppose you have a … Kindle?” Uh-oh. It feels like it’s the principal asking me if I have weed in my backpack. But in a friendly way, like maybe he wants to share it. As it happens, I do have my Kindle. I pull it out of my messenger bag. It’s a bit battered, with wide scratches across the back and stray pen marks near the bottom of the screen. Penumbra holds it aloft and frowns. It’s blank. I reach up and pinch the corner and it comes to life. He sucks in a sharp breath, and the pale gray rectangle reflects in
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