The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One Opal Yancey had not slept since the wisteria began to bleed sap the color of old blood, a sight that had settled into his bones like the damp cold of the mill wheel turning freely in the valley below. He sat in the attic of the registrar’s office, a room piled high with the emigrated children’s things he was duty-bound to catalogue, and watched the vine pulse against the window...

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