The Wistful Campus
The fog lay thick over the Levee Road, a white wall that swallowed the barges and the barking of the river dogs alike. It was a damp, physical thing, clinging to the skin and settling in the lungs, erasing the line between the canal and the street. Honoré Richard stood in the center of the public library’s archive, the air around him stale and cold, smelling of rotting paper and old sweat. He...
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