The Wistful Campus
The first thing you learn in the Sterling Foundation archives is the weight of paper, specifically the forty pounds of acid-free folders that constitute your father’s disgrace. You count them out on the steel table, one by one, the dry rustle sounding like dead leaves skittering across pavement. It is November, and the light in the basement is the color of weak tea, filtering through the high,...
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