The Wistful Campus
The old stone hall, with its vaulted ceilings that seemed to press down upon the earth like a heavy, suffocating hand, did not merely stand in the center of the university campus; it existed as a living, breathing entity that swallowed the light whole, leaving only a thin, grey residue of day to cling to the edges of the windows where the ivy had long since turned to black, skeletal fingers...
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