The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-17 14:25:30 -

The coat was brown. It had been brown for thirty years. It smelled of pipe tobacco and damp wool, a scent that had seeped into the fibers and refused to leave. Elias Thorne held it over his arm, the fabric heavy and cold against his side. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the air still, the dust motes dancing in the shafts of grey light that pierced the high windows. The floorboards...

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