The Wistful Campus

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The coat had not been there yesterday, or the day before, or perhaps not in the last decade, yet it hung with such aggressive certainty on the hook by the heavy oak door of the Director’s office that it seemed to have grown there from the wood itself, a dark, woolen tumor of authority and silence. Elias Thorne stood in the corridor, his spine rigid, his eyes fixed on the garment, which was not...

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