The Wistful Campus

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It screamed. A flat, metallic shriek that tore through the damp air of the refectory. We did not look up. We were not allowed to look up. The stew was cold. It had been cold for three hours. I stirred it. The spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl. Scrape. Scrape. Scrape. My name is Thomas. I am the new boy. I am the one who speaks too loud. I am the one who...

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