The Wistful Campus

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The mud had already begun to suck at my boots when I saw him standing at the edge of the treeline, a silhouette carved from the grey dusk. I was running, my lungs burning with the cold, wet air of the moor, trying to outrun the noise in my head. The noise was the sound of the gavel, the heavy thud that had silenced the lecture hall, the sound of my own name being called out not in praise but in...

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