The Wistful Campus
The bell rang. It was a low, bronze hum. It shook the dust. It shook the floorboards. It shook the bones of the old hall. Elias stood. He stood by the window. The glass was thick. It was old. It warped the light. It warped the world outside. He watched the rain. The rain fell on the courtyard. It fell on the stone. It fell on the heads of the boys. They bowed. They bowed to the Dean. The Dean...
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