The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-17 18:32:55 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, cold mist that turned the cobblestones of the small town into slick, black mirrors, reflecting the grey, indifferent sky above us. I stood at the edge of the perimeter fence, my hand resting on the cold, wet wood, feeling the grain of the timber dampen through the thin fabric of my uniform sleeve, a sensation that was both intimate and...

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