The Wistful Campus

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The rain against the windowpane sounds like the slow, rhythmic tapping of a thousand fingernails, a percussive warning that the storm outside has been waiting for you, just as your father’s coat has been waiting in the closet for forty years. You are standing in the center of the small, dimly lit study, a room that smells of beeswax and old paper, where the air hangs heavy with the weight of...

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