The Wistful Campus
The bell tolled. It did not ring. It shattered. I stood in the nave of St. Jude’s. The stone floor was cold against my bare feet. Dust hung in the air like suspended time. I was old. I was always old here. The years did not pass. They piled up. They crushed. My name is Elara. I am the Keeper. I am the wall. I am the boundary that holds the town together. I have been here for three hundred...
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