The Wistful Campus
The draft was rejected. You stared at the red ink on the page. It was a thick, wet smear, crossing out the title of your thesis, *Medicinal Botany in the St. Jude’s Vault*. The Dean’s note was short. He called your work frivolous. He said it lacked institutional integrity. You felt a cold prickle at the base of your neck, a sensation like static electricity before a storm. You were twenty-four....
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