The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 00:40:55 -

The rain did not fall so much as it existed, a constant, wet presence that seeped into the bones of the castle. I stood on the balcony, my hand pressed against the cold stone railing. My fingers were numb. The wind tore at my coat, a thin thing that offered no comfort against the chill. I was looking for a ghost. Or perhaps I was looking for proof that I was not one. My name is Arthur. I am the...

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