The Wistful Campus

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The dream had a texture like wet wool, damp and heavy, pressing against the back of Elias Thorne’s eyes before he even woke, a viscous fog that smelled of sulfur and old parchment, and it was in this suffocating twilight that he first saw the door, not as an architectural element of the stone keep but as a wound in the fabric of the world, a vertical slit of absolute blackness that breathed in...

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