The Wistful Campus

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The clock had been ticking for three days straight, a sound so persistent and rhythmic it had ceased to be a noise and become a kind of weather, a low, humming pressure that sat in the back of my throat and refused to let go. It was the old grandfather clock in the hallway of my father’s house, the one he had bought from a junkyard in Bristol forty years ago, a piece of furniture that looked...

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