The Wistful Campus

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The mortar between the stones of the old chapel was failing, a slow erosion that you could feel in the dampness of the air, a humidity that clung to your skin like a second, colder layer of flesh. You were there to mend it, or so you told the Archdeacon, a man whose voice was as dry and brittle as the parchment he hoarded in his office. You believed you were a mason, a woman of stone and lime,...

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