The Wistful Campus

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The rain fell in thin needles. It slicked the cobblestones of the lower town. Elias walked fast. His boots were wet. The leather was soft. It wept. He clutched a satchel to his chest. Inside, a book lay flat. The pages were yellowed. The spine was cracked. It was his only possession. It was his only self. He was a stranger here. The city was old. The stones were grey. The air smelled of coal...

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