The Wistful Campus
Did you put it on again, Thomas? The question hung in the air of the boiler room, suspended in a thick haze of coal smoke and the metallic tang of old iron, and for a moment, the only sound was the rhythmic, heavy clanking of the chain drive that lifted the water buckets from the basement to the third-floor dormitory sinks. I stood there, my hands buried deep in the pockets of my wool coat,...
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