The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-20 11:50:53 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a thin, persistent drizzle that turned the gravel paths of the university into a slurry of gray mud and crushed leaves, and I stood in the doorway of the old chemistry building, holding a glass jar of preserved specimens that felt heavy as a stone in my hand, watching the mist curl around the iron gates where no students walked anymore, only the ghosts...

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