The Wistful Campus

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The rain hammered the slate roof of the old police station. It was a Tuesday. Thomas stood by the window. The glass was fogged. He watched the street below. The mud was deep. Brown. Heavy. It sucked at the boots of the few passersby. They walked fast. They looked down. No one looked up at the building. Not anymore. Thomas held the desk lamp. It was brass. The shade was green glass. It was...

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