The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a heavy, grey silt that coated the limestone walls of the Grand Hall in a damp, suffocating layer, smelling of wet chalk and old, trapped breath, while Elias Thorne stood at the precipice of the corridor, watching the door to the Dean’s office close with a finality that felt less like a mechanical action and more like the sealing of a tomb, his hand...

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