The Wistful Campus

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The fog that rolled off the river was not merely weather; it was a presence, a thick, gray shroud that swallowed the spires of the university and turned the cobblestones into slick, dark mirrors. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quad, his fingers white-knuckled around the handle of his leather satchel, watching the last of his students disperse into the mist. They moved with the hurried,...

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