The Wistful Campus
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that turned the ancient university courtyard into a place where time had forgotten how to move forward, and Elias stood alone in the center of the stone quad, his back straight as the oak trees that lined the perimeter, watching the water bead on the surface of his leather coat, feeling the cold seep through the wool...
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