The Golden Myth
The train shudders to a halt in the gray, industrial dusk, and you step onto the platform at Harrowgate with a suitcase that feels heavier than your own bones, carrying within it not just clothes and books but the entire weight of a career built on the precarious architecture of institutional approval, a career that you now realize was a slow, polite suicide committed in the name of tenure and...
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