The Wistful Campus
The rain fell in sheets against the wet flagstones of the quad, turning the grey afternoon into a blur of water and stone. Elias Thorne stood before the heavy oak doors of the administration building, his chest heaving, his voice raw from hours of shouting into the indifferent air. He wanted Clara back. He wanted the Headmaster, Dr. Aris, to open the doors of the library and release his wife,...
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