The Wistful Campus

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The great hall of the Abbey of St. Jude did not smell of decay, as one might expect of a place abandoned by God and man alike, but rather of stale incense, wet stone, and the metallic tang of old blood that had seeped into the very mortar of the walls, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat like a second skin, reminding him with every breath of the exile he had carried within...

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