The Wistful Campus

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I woke with the taste of copper on my tongue. The air in the office was stale, thick with the dust of old paper and the faint, sweet rot of decay. It was late. Or perhaps it was early. Time had lost its grip on the room. I sat at the desk, the leather creaking under my weight, and looked at the object before me. It was a compass. Brass, tarnished black with age, its needle frozen in a jagged,...

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