The Wistful Campus

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The house was silent. It was a heavy, thick silence. The kind that presses against the eardrums. Arthur sat in the armchair. He held a glass of water. It was warm. He did not drink. He looked at the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the rain fell in sheets. It was a Tuesday. Or maybe a Wednesday. Time had become slippery. He had come here to sell the house. That was the plan. His wife,...

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