The Wistful Campus

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The archive room smelled of ozone and old paper, a sterile scent that Margaret Holloway had long since ceased to notice, yet which now seemed to press against the inside of her nose like a persistent, cold thought. She stood before the central console, the hum of the servers a low, constant drone that vibrated in her molars, and held in her hands a garment that did not belong to this century,...

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