The Wistful Campus

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The dream was not of sleep but of a textile, a vast and breathing tapestry of silk and sorrow that stretched across the horizon of my mind, woven from threads of bone-white linen and the deep, bruised purple of crushed violets, a fabric so heavy and intricate that it seemed to possess a gravity of its own, pulling the air down with a suffocating, sweet scent of myrrh and old dust. I stood in...

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