The Wistful Campus

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The mist did not lift. It clung to the iron gates of Blackwood Academy like a wet shroud, thick and grey, smelling of coal smoke and damp wool. Elias Vane walked through it, his boots sinking into the mud of the main drive. He was a man who had forgotten how to breathe without counting his steps. He had crossed an ocean to be here, to stand in the shadow of the tower that watched over the...

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