The Wistful Campus

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The brass key in my hand is cold, heavier than it should be, its surface worn smooth by thirty years of my grip, yet today it feels like a piece of bone, brittle and dead. I am standing in the hallway of the house on Halloway Lane, the one I have maintained as an archivist for St. Jude’s University, and the light from the window above is slanting in at an angle that makes the dust motes look...

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