The Wistful Campus
The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Academy for the Rehabilitation of the Unruly Mind smelled of roasted lamb and old, wet stone, a scent that clung to the back of my throat like a persistent cough. It was the autumn of 2019, a time when the maples on the hillside burned with a ferocity that seemed unnatural, as if the trees themselves were trying to exorcise the ghosts trapped within the...
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