The Wistful Campus

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The hall smelled of wax and old wool. Miles stood by the window. He held a glass of wine. He did not drink it. He watched the snow fall. It fell on the campus. It covered the lawns. It buried the paths. He was the custodian. He had worked here for forty years. He knew every creak in the floor. He knew every draft in the wall. He knew the building. The building knew him. They were bound. A bond...

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