The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One Teodoro Ybáñez scrubbed the chapel floor with a rag that smelled of bleach and old dust, the water pooling in the cracks of the clay. He was on his knees, the joint of his left knee popping with a dry crack, when he saw the body. Old Sancho lay slumped against the altar, his eyes open and fixed on a spot on the ceiling that wasn’t there. The dream had been loud again, that black...

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