The Wistful Campus

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Samuel Larkin counted the hours he had spent in the Silent Wing: forty-two, forty-three, forty-four. The number was a weight in his chest, a stone he swallowed every time he sat down at the desk. He needed the tenure. The spring review was three weeks away, and the only thing that mattered was the completion of the pre-1950s ledgers. The air in the basement was thick, not with dust, but with a...

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