The Wistful Campus

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The rain hit the window. It did not drip. It hammered. The glass bowed inward, a thin, trembling skin. I stood in the corner. I was wet. Not from the rain. From the inside. My name was Elara. Or so they called me. I was not Elara. I was the thing that lived in the walls. I was the cold spot in the hallway. I was the smell of wet earth in the pantry. The Whitmore estate had kept me for three...

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