The Pale Tale
The gravel under your tires crunches with a sound like breaking teeth as you drive into the valley, the air growing heavier with the scent of wet pine and decaying leaves that cling to your windows. You are driving to see Julian, the man who built this institution, the man whose name is carved into the limestone facade of the university where you have spent the last decade dissecting the syntax...
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