The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey, industrial curtain that blurred the horizon where the iron railings met the mist-shrouded valley. Thomas Bradshaw walked with a gait that was precise, mechanical, and utterly devoid of hesitation, his boots striking the wet cobblestones in a rhythm that seemed to echo the ticking of a clock buried deep within the earth. He was a man...

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