The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of St. Jude’s into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. I arrived in the town on a Tuesday, my boots already heavy with mud, my satchel clinking with the dull, metallic weight of evidence that felt less like justice and more like a burial shroud. I was the new inquisitor, a title that...

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