The Wistful Campus
Act I Can a man be guilty of a crime he committed in a dream? Willis Hoyt sat in the blue dark of the study, the clock on the mantel ticking with a violence that matched the throb in his temples, and asked the question aloud to no one but the dust motes drifting in the beam from the window. He was thirty-two, a junior clerk at the firm, and the ledger before him was not a book of accounts but a...
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