The Wistful Campus
The fluorescent lights of the university’s central administrative building hummed with a frequency that you had come to recognize as the sound of your own failing heart. It was a low, persistent thrum, a mechanical vibration that seemed to synchronize with the erratic fluttering in your chest, a rhythm that the cardiologists at St. Jude’s had struggled to chart on their monitors. You sat in...
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