The Wistful Campus

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The rain hammered the leaded glass of the library window. It was a cold, gray Tuesday in late November. Professor Elias Thorne stood before the podium, his fingers trembling slightly as he held a small, leather-bound book. The leather was worn thin. The spine was cracked. He had carried it for forty years. "Mr. Thorne," said the Headmaster, a man named Silas who wore his severity like a second...

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