The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray drumming on the slate roof that turned the quad into a slick, black mirror, and it was in this wet, echoing silence that I first saw Julian move. He was standing ten feet away, his hands raised in a guard that was not quite mine, but close enough to make my stomach turn over, and when I stepped forward, he stepped forward, and when I...

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