The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling on the grey slate of the university library roof for three days straight, a relentless, drumming percussion that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Clara’s shoes and up into the marrow of her bones, a constant reminder that the world outside was wet and cold and indifferent to the dry, dust-choked sanctuary she had built for herself. She sat at her usual corner...

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