The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight against the stone walls of the Old Quarter, smelling of wet slate and old iron. I stood at the edge of the cobbled square, my left hand resting on the pommel of my sword, the leather worn smooth by the grip of my grandfather’s hand decades before I was born. The city was waking, the baker’s boys running past with baskets of...

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