The Wistful Campus

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Elias. The voice cut through the dust motes hanging in the slanted light of the reading room. It was not a shout, but the sharp, dry crack of a ruler striking a desk. I looked up from the ledger, my fingers still stained with the graphite of the previous hour. Dean Halloway stood at the entrance, his shadow stretching long across the warped floorboards. He did not enter. He simply waited, his...

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