The Wistful Campus

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The mist does not roll in; it rises, a grey tide that swallows the highlands whole, erasing the boundary between the stone and the sky until the world is nothing but damp silence and the scratch of your quill against parchment. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, and you are writing this not for a historian, but for yourself, because the truth of what happened on the night of the fourth of...

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