The Wistful Campus
The rain at St. Jude's Academy had always been a kind of memory—each drop carrying the weight of decades, of generations of students who had walked the same flagstone paths with their heads tilted upward, watching water carve its patient script into the limestone. Eleanor Marsh knew this. She had come to the academy in the autumn of 2028, not as a student, but as a visiting archivist, tasked...
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