The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an erasure. Elias stood on the cracked asphalt of the service road, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of iron and decay. He was holding a map that was no longer a map. The ink had bled into the paper, turning the routes into dark, weeping veins. He was looking for the house....

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