The Wistful Campus

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Marta dreamed of the cloak. It was heavy. It smelled of wet wool and old rain. She wore it to the market. She wore it to the church. She wore it until the townspeople looked away. They did not speak. They only looked. The fabric was dark. It was a deep, bruised purple. It had no pattern. It had no shine. It was simply there. A shadow that followed her. A silence that walked. She woke in the...

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