The three-ring binder rests open on the metal folding table, positioned near the corner. Overhead, the slight vibration from the HVAC unit causes dust motes to drift slowly through the mid-afternoon fluorescent hum. The index tabs, fashioned from polished bone, are aligned precisely along the spine, their ivory surface catching the overhead light. A faint, sharp scent of ozone and dry paper permeates the air. The contents within are secured by yellow staples, and a visible ink smudge mars the corner of the top sheet. The binder maintains a rigid order, its structure resisting the subtle tremor of the basement annex.
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