The Wistful Campus
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the university courtyard into slick mirrors reflecting the broken, leaded panes of the old library, a building that had stood at the center of the town for three centuries and which, in the minds of its inhabitants, had become less a repository of knowledge and more a monument to a silence...
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