The Wistful Campus

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The letter was cream-colored, thick as cardstock, and it smelled faintly of the lavender sachets kept in the Dean’s desk drawer. You held it in both hands, the paper cool and dry against your palms, while the radiator behind you ticked with the rhythmic, metallic cough of a dying lung. It was November, the air outside already sharp enough to bite the skin, but inside the faculty office the heat...

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