The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that clung to the ivy on the library’s east wall. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the archive room, a place that smelled of damp wool and decaying paper, holding a small, heavy vial of amber liquid in his left hand. It was not medicine, not exactly, nor was it food. It was a preservative, a substance distilled from the roots of the...

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