The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey veil that blurred the edges of the city and turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into mirrors of broken light. You were walking, as you always did, not toward a destination but away from the weight of your own skin, your boots striking a rhythmic, hollow beat against the wet stone that seemed to echo back your...

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