Hemlock sighed and led her to the back room. On the wall hung a faded photograph: a stern Chinese-American man with ink-stained fingers, standing next to the same press Hemlock still used. Underneath, in brass letters, was a name: TAN TANGKIWOOD.
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“That’s my name,” she whispered.
“There is no ‘font,’” he said slowly. “And there is certainly no free download.” Hemlock sighed and led her to the back room