The Wistful Campus
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray curtain that turned the ivy-clad brick of the faculty housing into a smudge of wet charcoal and dying green, and within that damp, suffocating envelope, Julian Vane stood in the hallway with his back against the wall, his shoulder blades digging into the plaster, feeling the cold seep through his thin cardigan like a physical...
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