The Wistful Campus

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The mist in Oakhaven did not rise; it pooled, a cold, grey tide that swallowed the cobblestones of the High Street before the sun had a chance to break through the eaves. Elias Thorne stood in his study, the window open to the damp, watching the fog curl around the ironwork of the balcony. He was thirty-two, a scholar of alchemy and history, and he was alone in a house that had once held a...

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