The Wistful Campus

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The rain had turned the gravel path to St. Jude’s Abbey into a slurry of brown mud, sucking at the heels of Elias Thorne’s boots as he dragged the heavy cataloging crate behind him. He was thirty-two, a man who had spent a decade filing other people’s memories, and he wanted only the pension that would secure his retirement before his joints gave out. The abbey stood against the grey sky, a...

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