The Wistful Campus

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The invoice was pinned to the corkboard with a brass tacks that had rusted brown at the tips. It listed the final bill from St. Jude’s Hospice, a number so precise it felt like a verdict. Oswald Sallow stared at the digits, the paper trembling slightly in his grip, not from cold but from the weight of the sum. He was twenty-four, a night watchman at the old university, and the winter solstice...

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