The Wistful Campus
The rain lashed against the stained glass of the conservatory. You are standing in the center of the room. The floor is wet. The water pools around your boots. It reflects the jagged sky above. You are not alone. Your wife, Elara, is on the other side of the glass. She is pressing her hand against the pane. Her fingers are long. They are pale. She is looking at you. You are looking at her....
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