The Wistful Campus

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The letter arrived on a Tuesday, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and cold water. "You may not keep the brooch," the Abbot had written, his hand steady and dry, "as it belongs to the house, not to the dead." I read it twice, then folded it into a small, square packet and placed it in my desk drawer, next to the brass letter opener and the ledger of unpaid debts. I was twenty-four years old,...

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