The Wistful Campus
The trunk was half-packed when the candle guttered, casting a long, trembling shadow against the corridor wall. Elias Vane stood frozen, his hand hovering over the brass latch, twenty-two years old and already feeling the weight of a life half-lived. He was an archivist at Halloway Academy, a position of little prestige but immense comfort, and he intended to leave it for a permanent tenure in...
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