The Wistful Campus
The sash tightened around Clara’s waist as she opened the door, a cold, metallic pressure that she had learned to ignore over the last decade. "You are late," her husband, Arthur, said from the hallway, his voice devoid of warmth, though his eyes held the familiar, hungry glint of a man who had already decided the verdict. He was checking his pocket watch, a gold piece that caught the grey...
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