The Wistful Campus

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The first journal lay open on the desk, the paper yellowed and brittle, smelling of damp earth and old ink. I held a pen, the tip hovering over the third page, where my father’s handwriting had begun to bleed into the margins. It was a Tuesday, the light in the study low and amber, casting long, sharp shadows that stretched across the floorboards like the fingers of a dead man. I was trying to...

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