The Wistful Campus

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The leather binding of the ledger was cracked along the spine, the pages swollen with damp that had seeped in from the basement floor years before Arthur Penhaligon’s time, and he held it as one holds a feverish child, feeling the weight of it press against his palms while the dust motes swirled in the single beam of light from the high, barred window above. It was October 1994, and the air in...

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