The Wistful Throne
The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the university quadrangle into a stagnant pool of mud and decaying leaves, and it was in this dripping, miserable atmosphere that I finally understood that the institution had not just failed to protect me, but had systematically dismantled the very core of my identity, stripping away the man I had been until the...
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