The Wistful Campus

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The house was breathing. That is the only way to describe it, the way the old plaster walls expanded and contracted with a rhythm that did not match your own heart, a slow, tidal exhalation that filled the attic with the scent of dried lavender and dust. You were seven years old, sitting on the edge of the four-poster bed, your legs dangling just above the floorboards. Below you, in the drawing...

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