The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and ancient stone, wrapping around the shoulders of the traveler who had walked for three days without rest, his boots caked in the red clay of the valley below, his mind a turbulent sea of questions that no amount of silence could calm. He was a man built for the rigid lines of command, his...

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