The Wistful Campus

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The road out of the village was not a road at all but a scar in the earth, a pale, dusty vein of packed mud that wound through the heather like a broken bone trying to set itself in the wrong position, and I walked it with my hands clasped behind my back, feeling the strange, hollow lightness of a limb that had been amputated while I was still conscious of its absence, for I had left behind the...

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