The Wistful Campus

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The hall was a cathedral of glass and steel, a transparent ribcage that held the breath of the institution, and within it, the air was thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, a fragrance that clung to the wool of Elias Thorne’s uniform like a ghost that refused to exorcise itself. He stood at the far end of the assembly, his hands clasped behind his back, the leather of his gloves creaking...

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