The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 03:35:42 -

The rain slicked the cobblestones of the lane, turning the world into a blur of grey and black. I walked fast. My coat was wet. The air smelled of wet wool and old stone. I was leaving. I had packed only one bag. It was light. It felt wrong. I looked back at the house. It stood tall and silent. It watched me. I did not look again. I walked toward the gate. The iron was cold under my hand. I...

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