The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended curtain of grey mist that erased the boundary between the cobblestones of the market square and the wet, breathing earth of the surrounding woods, and it was into this profound, liquid silence that Elias Thorne stepped, his boots heavy with the silt of a decade’s labor, his hands still stained with the indelible, dark hue of the...

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