The Wistful Campus

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The rain hit the brass face of the compass with a sound like a thousand small coins dropping onto stone. I stood in the center of the quad at St. Jude’s Academy, the wet gravel crunching under my shoes, and stared at the instrument my father had lost thirty years ago. It was not lost. I knew that now. I had spent the last three weeks digging through the school’s restricted archives, my tenure...

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