The Wistful Campus
The rain had been falling on the ivy-covered walls of St. Jude’s for three days, a persistent, rhythmic drumming that seemed to seep into the very bones of the building and, consequently, into the mind of Arthur Penhaligon, who stood by the tall, narrow window of his study, watching the grey water streak down the glass with the slow, deliberate focus of a man trying to solve an equation that...
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