The Wistful Campus

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The silence in the old stone chapel did not merely exist; it consumed. It was a physical weight, a thick, cold wool that muffled the footfalls of Sheriff Elias Thorne as he crossed the graveyard, the gravel crunching beneath his boots before vanishing into the void of the building’s shadow. Elias was twenty-two, young for a man wearing a badge, and he carried the weight of the town’s suspicion...

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