The Wistful Campus

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The crystal chandelier shook, a violent tremor that rattled the stemware in the hands of thirty guests. I stood at the center of the banquet hall, my fifty-eighth birthday celebration reduced to a tableau of frozen panic. The air was thick with the scent of roasted pheasant and expensive perfume, a cloying sweetness that suddenly felt like a suffocation. On my left wrist, the pocket watch...

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