The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the high windows of the administrative tower, blurring the city lights into indistinct, weeping smears of amber and grey, while I sat in the silence of my office, the only light coming from the monitor’s cold, blue glow that painted the dust motes in the air like tiny, drifting ghosts, and I stared at the file open on...

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