The Wistful Campus
The fog did not merely roll in from the harbor; it descended like a physical weight, a damp and suffocating wool that swallowed the cobblestones and muted the clatter of horse-drawn carriages until the world was reduced to a gray, silent void. In the center of this erasure stood the Academy, a sprawling monstrosity of black granite and iron that seemed less like a building and more like a wound...
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