The Wistful Campus
The rain hammered against the slate roof of the library, a relentless drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of your shoes. You stood in the center of the Grand Atrium, clutching a sheaf of papers so tightly your knuckles had turned the color of old bone. Around you, the faculty of St. Jude’s University moved in slow, deliberate circles, their conversations hushed but heavy, carrying...
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