The Wistful Campus

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Sotiris Ioannidis remembered the taste of the lathe’s voice, that low, grinding hum that had filled the engine room catwalks until it became the only sound he trusted, a mechanical heartbeat that kept the time when the human ones failed. It was in the soot-stained dormitory of the Polytechnic, twenty-two years old and trembling with a fever that made the iron railings of the courtyard appear to...

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