The Wistful Campus

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The chair was empty, but the silence was not. It pressed against Arthur Vane’s eardrums like deep water. In the dream, the lecture hall was a tomb of plaster and dust, his students rigid, their eyes hollowed out by the sheer weight of his own presence. He had been speaking for hours, or perhaps seconds; time had curdled into a thick, gray paste. When he woke, the cold air of the office bit into...

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