The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-18 04:44:32 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of Oakhaven into slick mirrors of the sky. I stood by the window of the station master’s office, watching the locomotive exhale its white breath into the cold morning air, the sound of the whistle a low, mournful thrum that seemed to vibrate in my teeth. The station was small, a place where the world...

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