The Wistful Campus

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The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a sound, a low, guttural groan that rose from the foundations of the mill like the breath of a dying beast. By the time the first plume of black smoke curled into the grey, industrial sky, the air in Ashworth Mills had already grown thick with the scent of burning timber and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood on the rain-slicked...

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