The Wistful Campus

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"Do you remember the smell?" The question hung in the air, thin and brittle, like a wire stretched too tight. I looked at Julian, whose face was a map of the last two years’ erosion, the lines around his mouth deepened by cold and hunger. We were sitting on the tailgate of a rusted Ford, the engine ticking in the silence of the industrial park. It was late autumn, and the air smelled of wet...

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