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The Whispers on the Quad

作者: mr_dutta
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 15:57:37

The rain had stopped by Tuesday morning, leaving the stone walkways of the central quad slick and reflective beneath a low, iron-grey sky.

By eight-thirty, the official administrative bulletin had hit the university portal. It was a short, dry notice buried beneath the weekly dining hall updates and library hours, but among the senior economics students, it spread like grease on paper.

Notice of Executive Appointment: Miss Gia Dutta (Class of ’27) has been designated Senior Research Fellow for
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