The Wistful Campus
The train slowed to a crawl as it crossed the bridge over the muddy river, the rhythmic clacking of the wheels on the tracks slowing to a stutter before falling silent, leaving Eleanor Vane sitting in the window seat with her back pressed against the cold glass, watching the town of Harrow Creek materialize from the grey November mist like a ghost that refused to fully dissipate. She had...
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