The Wistful Campus

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The train cut through the grey morning, a long, metallic snake slithering through the industrial sprawl of the Midwest, and I sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, my fingers wrapped tightly around the leather satchel that rested on my lap. It was heavy, not with weight, but with the sheer, crushing gravity of what it contained. My brother, Elias, had died three days prior, leaving...

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