The Wistful Campus

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The rain does not fall on the town of Oakhaven; it haunts it, a persistent, spectral mist that clings to the ivy-choked brick of the university buildings and seeps into the marrow of anyone who dares to walk its wet, cobblestoned paths, turning the air into a thick, breathable soup of decay and old secrets. You are standing at the edge of the quad, your fingers white-knuckled around the strap...

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