The Wistful Campus

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The heavy wool of the coat had long since lost its shape, the shoulders slumping in a permanent, defeated arc that mirrored the posture of the man wearing it. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Grand Hall, a space that smelled of damp stone, old paper, and the metallic tang of iron. It was a place of power, of high tables and high walls, where the light fell in shafts of dust and judgment....

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