The Wistful Campus

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The frost bit into the iron gate. It was cold. So cold the air cracked like dry skin. Mara held the shovel. Her knuckles were white. She dug. The earth was stone. It resisted. She pushed. The soil gave way, inch by inch. Behind her, the university campus lay in snow. Silence. The library tower stood tall. Black against the gray sky. The windows were dark. Most of the buildings slept. But the...

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