The Wistful Campus
You arrive at the campus not by bus or train but by a kind of slow, suffocating drift, your feet barely touching the wet asphalt as the fog rolls in thick and grey, swallowing the headlight beams of the cars parked in the lot and turning the world into a pale, washed-out watercolor where the boundaries between the living and the lost are dangerously thin. You are here because the file on your...
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