The Wistful Campus
The rain in the Ohio Valley does not wash things clean; it merely makes the mud stickier, heavier, turning the red clay into a slurry that clings to the soles of boots and the hem of coats. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the campus, a sprawling, decaying collection of limestone halls that had once housed the brightest minds of the region but now sheltered only the ghosts of ambition and the...
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