The Wistful Campus

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The letter was sealed with wax the color of dried blood, but the scent it carried was not of ink or old paper, but of rotting fruit. Elias Thorne held it to his nose, inhaling deeply, as if the aroma could unlock the mystery before the key did. It was a smell that belonged in a bin, not in the study of the University of St. Jude’s, a place where the air was supposed to be filtered through...

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