The Wistful Campus

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The rust on the iron railings of the observation tower had eaten so deeply into the metal that the paint, once a sharp, institutional green, now flaked away in brittle, curling sheets that smelled of dried blood and wet earth, and I stood there with my hands wrapped around the cold, jagged edges of the fence, feeling the vibration of the wind through the lattice, a low, humming drone that...

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