The Wistful Campus

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The banquet hall smelled of copper and wet wool. It was a smell that stuck to the tongue. Miles Vance stood by the window. He watched the rain hit the glass. He did not look at the table. The table was long. It was covered in white cloth. There were knives. There were forks. There were plates. They were full. Nobody ate. They just sat. They waited. Miles held a glass. It was empty. He turned it...

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