The Wistful Campus

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Mara woke with the taste of iron and old ash on her tongue. The dream had left a bruise on the inside of her eye. She lay still in the narrow cot, listening to the wind press against the stone walls of the tower. It was a cold wind, the kind that bites through wool and bone. Outside, the campus of St. Jude’s lay silent under a blanket of frost. The library, the dormitories, the chapel, all of...

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