The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the high, narrow windows of the Blackwood estate, a sound like knuckles rapping against the skin of the earth. Elias stood in the center of the library, his coat still damp, his fingers tracing the spine of a book that was not a book. It was a heavy, bound volume of leather, unmarked, smelling of dried sage...

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