The Wistful Campus
The autumn wind that swept through the campus of St. Jude's College carried with it the scent of dying leaves and something older—something like the ghost of Latin verses muttered in forgotten corridors. Alistair Finch had arrived at the college in the first week of October, when the first frost had already crystallized on the windowpanes of the West Wing, turning each pane into a mosaic of...
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