The Wistful Campus

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The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of St. Jude’s Hall, blurring the city lights into streaks of amber and grey. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the sharp, metallic tang of spilled red wine. It was a feast. Not of food, but of words. The faculty dinner had stretched into its third hour, a ritual of nodding, smiling, and the slow, grinding machinery of...

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