The Wistful Campus
The fog that rolled in from the harbor did not merely obscure the world; it consumed it, a thick, gray wool that stuffed the mouth of the city and choked the breath out of the brick and stone, leaving Thomas Bradshaw standing in the center of the empty courtyard of St. Jude’s Academy, a man who had once been a pillar of the institution and was now nothing more than a ghost haunting the ruins of...
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