The Wistful Campus

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Chapter One Fritz Soileau stood in the center of the gas works office, the linoleum cold through his boots, and watched the man who owned the island’s history point a finger at his chest. The room was a box of dust and stale tobacco, the wallpaper peeling in long strips like dead skin, and the only sound was the low, rhythmic thrum of the gas mains running beneath the floorboards, a vibration...

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