The Wistful Quad
The quad at St. Crispin's Academy had always been the kind of place that remembered everything its students tried to forget. Three centuries of cobblestones, ivy-choked Gothic arches, and gaslamp-style lanterns that never quite pushed back the Yorkshire fog. Julian Thorne had walked it every morning for six years—first as a scholarship boy with scuffed shoes and a head full of dangerous ideas,...
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