The Wistful Campus

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The smell of wet lime and old iron hit Francesco D'Angelo before the sight of the bell tower did, a heavy, cloying scent that coated the back of his throat as he stepped off the cart at the base of the St. Jude’s Institute. He was thirty-four, a master mason with hands that had never known rest, and he accepted the contract to restore the crumbling structure because the debt on his farm was a...

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