The Wistful Campus

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The fog rolls in from the harbor. It smells of brine and rust. You are the new archivist. The building breathes. You feel it in your teeth. A low, metallic hum. The library is old. Stone and iron. Steam pipes hiss. You count the shelves. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. The...

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