The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling since dawn, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the world into a blur of wet concrete and rusted iron. I sat at my desk in the precinct, the fluorescent lights humming their low, electric hymn, and stared at the file folder marked "Thorne, E. – Retirement Processing." Thirty-four years old. That was the number that had stopped making sense three months ago. The...

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