The Wistful Campus

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The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the Collegium with a persistence that seemed less like weather and more like a verdict, a slow, grey erosion that wore away the sharp edges of the stone spires until they looked merely like bones exposed to the wind. Inside the dormitory, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, a cloying perfume that clung to the skin and settled in the...

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