The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a cold, gray mist that clung to the limestone of St. Jude’s Academy like a shroud. Elias Thorne stood at the iron gate, his umbrella useless against the damp, his mind a tight knot of duty and dread. He had come for the audit, a final check of the estate accounts before the property was liquidated, but the true weight of his presence was not...

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