The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a watercolor smear of slate and iron. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the center of the quadrangle, his boots sinking slightly into the mud that had long since forgotten the texture of the grass beneath, and he felt the weight of the silence pressing against his eardrums with the...

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