The Wistful Campus

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The house breathed. That was the first thing Mara noticed when she stepped off the train. The old brick exhaled a sigh of damp earth and woodsmoke, settling against her ankles like a heavy coat. It was a Tuesday. It was always a Tuesday in her mind, a loop of grey sky and wet pavement that refused to break. She had come back to the estate to clear it out. To sell the chairs. To burn the books....

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