The Wistful Campus

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The left hand held the ledger open, its fingers curled around the spine with a grip that felt less like possession and more like a parasitic anchor, the leather slick with the damp of the November fog. I am Thomas, twenty-four, and I have spent the last three years of my life trying to make that hand behave, to stop it from twitching toward threats that I cannot see but which it knows are...

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