The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it insisted. It drummed against the slate roof of the manor house, a relentless, gray percussion that echoed in the hollows of Thomas’s chest. He stood before the tall, narrow mirror in the corridor, his hands trembling at his sides. The glass was old, warped by time and the damp that seeped through the stone walls, but it held his reflection with a cruel...

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