The Wistful Campus

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"Get out of my way, boy. You’re blocking the chase." The voice was low, a rasp of gravel under ice, and it cut through the humid air of the press room before the smell of hot metal and stale ink could reach me. I did not move. My hands were buried in a drawer of lowercase 'p’s', the steel cold against my palms, and I could feel the vibration of the steam press humming through the floorboards, a...

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