The Golden Visit
The wool of your cardigan is thinning, the fibers unraveling like the threads of a conversation that has long since ended, and you feel the cold seeping through the fabric not as a temperature but as a verdict, a quiet accusation that you are no longer fit for the world you have spent thirty years curating within these stone walls. You stand in the center of the faculty lounge, the air thick...
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