The Wistful Campus
By Margaret Holloway
The old campus gates stood like a mouth that had forgotten how to speak. Margaret Ashworth passed through them every morning for seven years, her keys jingling in her coat pocket like a promise she could no longer keep.
She was a keeper of things. Keys. Doors. The old chemistry building on Harley Street. The lockers where generations of students had left...
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