The Wistful Campus
The frost did not care for my badge, nor for the federal seal stamped on the leather of my holster, nor for the six-week contract that had bound me to this decaying campus in the Vermont hills. I am Elias Thorne, and I came to St. Jude’s University with a specific mandate: secure the archive before the winter solstice, a task that seemed, upon my arrival, merely a logistical nightmare of broken...
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