The Wistful Campus

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I woke in the grey half-light of a dormitory that smelled of damp wool and old paper, the air so thick with silence it felt like a physical weight pressing against my eardrums. For a moment, I did not know where I was, or who I was, only that my hands, which lay open on the patchwork quilt, were calloused and scarred, the skin rough as bark. I sat up, and the room shifted around me, not with...

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