The Wistful Campus

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The bus brakes screech against the wet asphalt, a sound that feels less like friction and more like a bone snapping. You step off onto the gravel shoulder of Route 9, the air thick with the scent of damp pine and something metallic, something that tastes like old pennies on your tongue. You are coming back to Harrow’s Hollow, a town that exists in the memory of the state maps but has long since...

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