The Wistful Campus

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The rain against the high, arched windows of the old dormitory did not sound like water, but like a thousand fingers tapping on glass, a persistent, rhythmic insistence that the world outside was still turning, still wet, still indifferent to the quiet catastrophe unfolding in the room where you sat alone with the mirror. You had been waiting for the glass to change, for the reflection to...

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