The Wistful Campus

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The rain fell on the mud with a steady, rhythmic persistence that seemed to mock the very concept of dryness, turning the path into a slick, treacherous mirror of the grey sky above, and in this damp, relentless gloom, Thomas Bradshaw stood alone at the edge of the forest, his back turned to the watchtower, his hands deep in the pockets of his wool coat, feeling the heavy, cold weight of the...

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