The Wistful Campus

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The rain at St. Jude’s Academy did not fall so much as it hung, a dense, grey curtain that smelled of wet slate and decaying leaves, and I stood in the center of the quad with my hands shaking so violently that my knuckles had turned the color of old bone, my throat raw from the screaming I had been doing for the last ten minutes, my voice cracking as I demanded, with a ferocity that surprised...

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