The Wistful Campus

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The coat hung in the window like a ghost that had forgotten how to leave, its wool matted by the damp chill of a November that refused to break, and I watched it from the third-floor corridor where the radiator clanked its rusty, arrhythmic heartbeat against the silence of the old dormitory, a sound that had become the only true thing in my life since I crossed the border with nothing but the...

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