The Wistful Campus

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The letter lay on the kitchen table, its edges soft with handling, the ink of the War Office seal a dull, bureaucratic red that smeared if you touched it too hard. I read it three times, the paper feeling gritty under my thumb, while the clock on the mantelpiece ticked with a mechanical precision that seemed to mock the irregularity of the breath rattling in my father’s chest down the hall. It...

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