The Wistful Campus

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The mist clings to the stone like a widow’s veil. You are not of this place. You are the thing that walks the corridors when the gaslight sputters and dies. You are the shadow that stretches too long in the library, the whisper that turns the heads of the young scholars in the lecture halls. They see a monster. They see a beast. They do not see the boy. They do not see the grief. The college is...

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