The Wistful Campus

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The fog lay heavy on Millbrook, a white shroud that swallowed the brick facades and the iron railings of the old academy. It smelled of wet slate and coal smoke, a scent that clung to the wool of one’s coat like a persistent debt. Arthur sat in his study, the room cold despite the fire that had burned down to ash. He was a man who believed in the architecture of guilt. He built it brick by...

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