The Wistful Campus

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The rain slicked the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the gaslight into a smear of amber and grey. You walked quickly, your boots heavy with the mud of the streets you had known since childhood, though the city had changed beneath your feet. The air smelled of coal smoke and wet wool, a pungent perfume of the industrial age that you had spent a lifetime trying to refine into something...

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