The Wistful Campus

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The rain in October of 1994 did not wash the Blackwood Institute clean; it merely pressed the dust into the cracks of the flagstones, a gray slurry that coated the boots of anyone who dared walk the quad. I was twenty-two, a junior archivist with ink-stained fingers and a hunger for permanence that felt less like ambition and more like a physiological need to stop the clock, and I wanted...

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