The Wistful Campus
The flood came not with a roar, but with a slow, sucking exhale from the earth itself, swallowing the lower terraces of Ashworth College before the first siren could even shriek its warning into the grey, damp morning air. I was in the basement archives, my knees deep in water that smelled of wet paper and old decay, when the ceiling tiles began to peel away like dead skin, revealing the black...
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