The Wistful Saga
The bell in the tower of St. Jude’s College had been silent for three days, a fact that hung over the faculty like a suspended sentence. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, his hands resting on the edge of the oak lectern, watching the dust motes dance in the shafts of pale afternoon light. He was a man who had spent forty years cataloging the history of the institution, a...
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