The Wistful Campus

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the tremor started. I pressed the nib into the page, holding the line steady with my left hand, but the right hand would not obey. The paper felt slick, the fibers rough under the pressure of my palm. I was twenty-four years old. I was a junior inspector in the municipal sanitation corps. By the end of the month, I would be Chief Inspector. That was the...

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