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The iron gates swing open before you, and the full spectacle of Dolcett University unfolds like a fever dream made flesh. The main building rises three stories high, its red brick façade gleaming in the September sun, windows reflecting the cloudless sky. But it's not the building that captures your attention. Across the manicured lawns, your senses are immediately assaulted by the sight and smell that defines this place. Three massive spits have been set up near what appears to be the student