The Wistful Campus

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The door opened. It did not creak. It did not groan. It simply ceased to exist as a barrier. The wind came in. It was not a gust. It was a presence. Cold. White. Hungry. Elias stood in the center of the lecture hall. He was sixty years old. He wore a tweed jacket. The fabric was old. The threads were loose. He held a book. It was a thin volume. Blue cover. Worn spine. He had held it for forty...

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