Image by Jay White. Used with permission.
Justice doesn’t work quite like this, I think, but my silence before Mr. Krep weighed so heavily upon me that the infliction I suffered from the Dean had an effect—not in the moment, of course, as you can imagine—of making things right in the world. Perhaps I should find Mr. Krep someday and make it right for real.
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