The Wistful Campus
The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet and smelling of iron, a formal notification of reassignment that cost Clara Vane nothing but her future. She read it twice, the paper heavy in her hands, feeling the weight of the institution pressing down through the fiber. You had spent five years cataloging the rare botanical collection, your fingers stained with the dust of centuries, believing...
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