The Wistful Campus

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The grey wool of my greatcoat, a garment that had absorbed the damp and the silence of our house for twenty years, hung in the corridor of the Infirmary like a shroud, its buttons clicking softly against the stone floor as I watched it sway in the draft that rose from the cellar, a draft that smelled of rot and old prayers, and I stood there, holding the hem in my hand, feeling the weight of...

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