The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-21 15:38:55 -

The heavy wool coat, the one my grandfather had pressed and folded into the cedar chest before the world ended, sat on the chair like a sleeping dog, its dark green fabric rippling with a breath that did not come from me. I am twelve, or perhaps thirteen; the years have lost their shape here, stretched thin by the silence that presses against the windowpane of my apartment in the city, a city...

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