The Wistful Campus

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The letter from the solicitors was thick, cream-colored, and smelled faintly of old paper and ink. I held it in my right hand, my left resting on the cold brass astrolabe that sat on the desk before me. The debt was four hundred and twelve pounds, a sum that felt less like a number and more like a physical weight pressing against my sternum. It was the cost of my father’s final months, the...

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