The Golden Downtown
The rain had turned the gravel of the university quad into a slurry of grey mud, a substance that seemed to suck the life from the boots of anyone who dared step onto it. It was a Tuesday in November, the kind of day where the sky hung low and heavy, pressing its damp, cold palm against the windows of the Administration Building. Inside, the air conditioning hummed a sterile, monotonous note, a...
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