The Wistful Campus

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The rain lashed against the leaded windows of the Anatomy Building, a relentless, gray drumming that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of the stone, matching the frantic, arrhythmic pounding of my own heart as I bent over the dissection table in my office, the smell of formalin and old paper thick in the air. I was twenty-two, a junior lecturer at the University of Edinburgh, and my life...

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