The Wistful Campus

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The train arrives in Ashford at the hour when the fog is thickest, a white, silent thing that erases the distinction between the iron tracks and the cobblestones. You step down onto the platform, your boots heavy with the mud of the journey, and the air hits you with a chill that is not merely temperature but a presence, a living weight that settles into the marrow of your bones. You are here...

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