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Zola looked at her own trembling hands. Then she looked at the supply closet door, where a faint scratching sound had just begun.

The XeroxCom did not whir. It purred .

But Pavel noticed the missing reams of paper. “You’ve been using the XeroxCom,” he whispered, locking the café door early. “The last guy who did that… he tried to copy himself.” xeroxcom

She pressed the button.