The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of my greatcoat and the brass buttons of my uniform until the fabric felt heavy with a sorrow I could not name. I stood at the threshold of the Academy, that sprawling, soot-stained edifice of stone and iron that dominated the northern ridge of the city, watching the gaslights flicker through the...

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