The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-20 02:26:35 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel drive into a brown slurry that sucked at the tires of the sedan. You stood at the window of the study, your reflection ghostly against the glass, watching the water race down the pane in chaotic, silver threads. Inside, the house held its breath. It was a large, imposing structure, white clapboard peeling in long strips, standing alone...

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