The Wistful Campus
The Wistful Campus The university had always been built on slopes, as though the land itself were reluctant to hold still. Victoria Hall rose from the hill like a half-remembered dream—Gothic arches weathered to the colour of old bone, ivy gripping the stone with the desperate tenacity of someone who has nothing else to hold onto. Clara Marsh walked these paths every morning before classes,...
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