The Wistful Campus

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The mist did not lift. It thickened. It swallowed the stone archways of the university until only the sound of feet on wet flagstones remained. Elias woke with the taste of iron on his tongue. He was not in his bed in London. He was in the courtyard. The ivy was black. It pulsed against the walls like veins. He looked at his hands. They were old. The knuckles were swollen, the skin translucent...

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