The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One The highway through the backwaters was a grey ribbon of mud and diesel, slicked by a drizzle that had been falling for three days, soaking through the thin cotton of the uniforms and turning the peat cut into a sucking bog. The village was requisitioned, the houses stripped of their furniture, the windows boarded up with plywood that smelled of sawdust and rot. I stood in the...

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