The Wistful Campus

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Ondine Gaspard stood at the head of the long table in the boarding house dining room, her left hand trembling as she signed the duty ledger, the black ink bleeding into the grain of the wood like a bruise that refused to heal. It was the two fine weeks of the year, when the bayou water sat still and the air smelled of wet rot and camphor, and the hum of the refrigerator in the empty shop next...

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