The Wistful Campus

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The wind in the high towers did not howl; it whispered, a sound like dry leaves skittering across a stone floor, and it carried with it the scent of old paper and wet wool, a smell that had settled into the very mortar of the university where I had spent the last decade of my life, a life that I had begun in a different country, in a different language, and with a different heart. I was not a...

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