The Wistful Campus

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The dream was not of sleep, but of a fever that had settled into the marrow of Julian Vane’s bones. He lay in the narrow bed of his office, the mahogany desk looming above him like a shroud, and heard the rain tapping against the glass with a rhythmic, insistent patience. It was the sound of time being spent, a currency he was hemorrhaging in drops. In the dream, he was not a man, but a vessel...

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