The Wistful Campus

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The chalk dust hung in the slanted afternoon light like a fine, grey snow, settling on the shoulders of the men and women who sat in the long, wooden rows of the community hall. Elias Thorne stood at the front, his posture rigid, his hands resting on the edge of the podium. He was a man who had spent thirty years learning to hold his body still, to keep his breath shallow and his pulse slow, a...

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