The Wistful Campus

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted pheasant and damp wool. It was a thick, cloying scent that hung in the air like a fog, settling into the pores of the men who sat around the long oak table. Outside, the rain lashed against the high windows of the St. Jude’s Institute, a relentless drumming that matched the pounding in Arthur’s temples. He was a man carved from stone and silence, his uniform...

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