The Wistful Campus

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Thorne. The name hung in the wet air of the quad, not spoken by anyone, but felt as a pressure against the eardrums, a summons from the stone walls themselves. Elias Thorne stood alone under the eaves of the old library, his hand clenched around a folded sheet of paper in his breast pocket. The paper was heavy with the weight of resignation, a document he had drafted three times and refused to...

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