The Wistful Campus

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The stone in the north face of St. Jude’s Cathedral wept a black, viscous sap that smelled of rot and old iron. Elias Thorne, the master mason, watched the fluid bead on the rough-hewn granite, his hands trembling not from the cold but from the familiar, burning itch that spread up his forearms as he worked. He was forty years old, a man whose lungs had begun to rattle with a persistent cough...

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