The Wistful Campus

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The frost lay thick and white on the iron railings of the conservatory where I kept the night watch, a silence so profound it seemed to press against my eardrums like a physical weight, while my mentor, old Elias, sat in the wicker chair by the heater, his eyes closed, his hands resting on his lap with the stillness of a man who has already begun the long journey toward his own dissolution, and...

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