The Wistful Campus

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Dalia Rustom sat at the desk, the smell of wet coal and old paper thick in the air. It was 1924 in Tunis, though the wind off the plateau felt older, combing the white stone of the town until it hummed. I was twenty-four, a junior clerk in the Ministry of Railways, and I wanted to pass the senior exam to pay my brother’s medical debt. What stood against him was the Gray Line. It was a cold,...

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