The Wistful Campus
You wake with the taste of iron in your mouth. The ceiling is white. Stained. You are in the dormitory room you never entered. The window is open. A leaf floats in the draft. It is a maple leaf. Red. Dried. Curling at the edges. You reach for it. Your fingers close on air. The leaf is gone. You are not alone. The room smells of damp wool and old paper. This is the campus of St. Jude’s College....
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