The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended fog that smelled of wet slate and the metallic tang of old pennies, clinging to the ivy that strangled the limestone walls of the university library where Elias Thorne sat with his back against the radiator, the heat from the pipes seeping into his bones like a slow, painful fever that he had long since stopped trying to shake off. He...

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