The Wistful Campus

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The autumn air in the small town of Oakhaven held a sharpness that seemed to cut through the wool of Elias Thorne’s coat, but it was the scent of sulfur and old parchment in his father’s study that truly chilled him. Arthur Thorne lay in the high-backed chair by the dying fire, his breath a shallow rattle that sounded like dry leaves skittering across stone. At forty, Elias had spent his life...

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