The Wistful Campus

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted garlic, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old blood, a scent that clung to the back of your throat as you stood near the radiator, watching the steam curl and distort the air above the polished mahogany table where the faculty deans sat like judges at a tribunal. You were the only one in the room who understood the specific frequency of the silence, that...

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