The Wistful Campus
The frost had come down with a violence that silenced the very birds, a white shroud that draped the ancient oak groves of the university in a silence so profound it felt less like an absence of sound and more like a heavy, suffocating presence pressing against the eardrums of every living soul who dared to wander the frozen paths, and it was into this unnatural, crystalline quiet that...
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