The Wistful Campus

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The light in the faculty meeting room was the color of old bandages, filtered through blinds that had not been adjusted since the previous administration took office. You sat in the back row, your hands folded in your lap, feeling the rough weave of your wool trousers against your knees. Dean Sterling stood at the front, his tie a violent shade of red against the pale beige of his suit, and he...

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