The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that erased the horizon and turned the ancient, moss-eaten stones of the citadel into a single, weeping mass, and I stood at the edge of the precipice, watching the mist swallow the lower terraces where the bells had once rung, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, heavy silence that had settled over my heart...

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