The Wistful Campus

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The knocking began at dawn, a rhythmic, hollow thud that rose from the iron floor of the clock tower, vibrating through the soles of Elias Thorne’s boots and settling in the marrow of his sixty-year-old bones. He stood before the main drive gear, a massive wheel of brass and steel that had not been serviced in a decade, his hands resting on the cold railing as he listened to the sound that the...

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