The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world and pressed against the windowpanes of the library like a collective sigh. Elias Thorne sat in the far corner, his posture a study in rigid endurance, the spine of his back a vertical line that seemed to hold up the ceiling. He was a man of seventy winters, a scholar of sorts, though his...

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