The Wistful Campus
The gravel crunched under the tires of Elias Thorne’s sedan as it climbed the steep, pine-lined drive to the Meridian Institute, a sprawling complex of stone and glass that seemed less like an academic institution and more like a fortress built to withstand the elements of both weather and scrutiny. Elias, forty-two and wearing a suit that had seen better decades, checked his rearview mirror...
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