The Wistful Campus
The air in the Great Hall of St. Jude’s Preparatory Academy smelled of damp wool, beeswax, and the faint, metallic tang of old stone, a scent that had settled into the lungs of the boys there like a second, heavier atmosphere. It was the evening of the mid-term feast, a ritual of excessive consumption where silver cloches were lifted to reveal mountains of roast mutton and tarts glazed with...
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