The Wistful Campus

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The train cut through the grey morning like a blade through wet wool, the rhythmic clatter of the wheels on the tracks serving as a metronome for the slow, grinding decay of Thomas Bradshaw’s patience, a sensation that had long since transcended mere irritation to become a physical weight, a stone in the gut, a constant, low-frequency hum that vibrated through his bones and settled deep in the...

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