The Wistful Campus

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The house on Elm Street did not so much stand as it leaned, a skeletal thing of Victorian ambition that had lost its nerve to the damp of the century. It was a place where the air hung thick with the scent of boiled wool and the metallic tang of old pennies, a scent that clung to the curtains like a ghost that refused to leave. Silas Vane, a man whose skin had acquired the pallor of moonlight...

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