The Wistful Campus
The rain hammered the slate roof of St. Jude’s, a relentless drumming that matched the frantic beating of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood in the courtyard, water streaming down his collar, his fingers white-knuckled around the leather-bound ledger. The book was heavy, cold, and stolen. It contained the truth, the rot at the center of the school’s soul, and Elias intended to drag it into the...
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