The Wistful Campus

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The fire started in the boiler room. I smelled it before I saw it. A sharp, acrid bite. Sulfur and burnt rubber. The air in the corridor was still, but it tasted of death. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. My breath fogged. My hands were shaking. I looked at them. Pale. Thin. The knuckles were swollen. Old arthritis. I am not old, but I feel old. The weight of the years sits on my...

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