The Wistful Campus

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into a slick, grey mirror that reflected the weeping willows and the high, barred windows of the Magistrate’s Hall. Elias Thorne stood at the corner of Blackfriars Lane, his coat damp and heavy, the wool clinging to his shoulders like a second skin. He was not a man accustomed to waiting, yet here he stood,...

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