The Wistful Campus

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Thorne, you’re late. The voice of Dr. Aris cut through the heavy, humid air of the archive, sharp as a knife through wet wool. Elias Thorne stood frozen in the doorway, the smell of damp plaster and old paper clinging to his clothes, his hands still trembling from the dream that had left him gasping for air in the grey light of dawn. In the dream, he had seen his own hand severed at the wrist,...

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