The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the keep and seeped into the marrow of your bones. You stood in the courtyard, the wet grass slick beneath your boots, and watched the drop of water trace a slow, deliberate path down the mortar of the ancient tower. It was a path of erosion, tiny and relentless, wearing away the hardness of...

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