The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling for three days, a gray, relentless sheet that turned the gravel paths of the university into a slurry of mud and dead leaves. I stood in the archive basement, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and damp wool, my hands trembling as I tried to align the spines of the ledgers. My father’s tweed jacket hung on the back of my chair, its brown fabric worn soft at...

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