The Frost of Cambridge
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in the thin grey paper of the examination board. Arthur Pemberton read it three times, though the words did not change. He had failed. For the third time. Outside his window, the Cambridge morning was indifferent. The Cam moved past Trinity with its usual unhurried grace, punts gliding beneath the bridges like dark boats in a painting. Somewhere a bell...
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