The Wistful Campus
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the St. Jude University archive, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the very marrow of your bones, while you sat hunched over a box of yellowed paper, your fingers trembling as you turned page after page, searching for the missing letters that would secure your tenure or destroy your career. You were Elias Thorne,...
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