The Wistful Campus

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The dream was always the same: a pool of black, viscous liquid, thick as tar, that clung to Arthur Vane’s tongue with a taste of iron and old regret. He woke with the taste still there, metallic and cold, gripping the glass vial in his hand. It was October, 1912, and the laboratory at St. Jude’s University was silent save for the hum of the ventilation shafts. Arthur, thirty years old and...

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