The Wistful Campus

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The clock in the atrium did not tick. It hummed. A low, electric drone that vibrated in the teeth of anyone who stood too close. It was a brass thing, ancient and ornate, suspended in a cage of wrought iron that rose three stories high. To the faculty of St. Jude’s, it was a relic. To Elias Thorne, it was a wound that would not close. Elias was the Head of Historical Preservation. A title that...

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