The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suspended veil that blurred the edges of the world until the distant stone spires of the university looked like ghosts dissolving into the morning mist. You stood at the threshold of the refectory, your hand resting on the cold iron latch, and you felt the weight of the ceramic bowl in your satchel, a heavy, silent thing against your...

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