The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the bus depot, a rhythmic, hollow sound that seemed to hollow out the bones of everyone waiting inside. Arthur stood by the window. He held a cup of cold coffee in one hand. The other hand gripped the strap of his duffel bag. The bag was heavy. It contained everything he owned. Three shirts. A pair of trousers. A book...

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