The Wistful Campus

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The iron gate at the end of the drive had always hummed, a low, subsonic vibration that Arthur Vane had long mistaken for the settling of the earth or the distant thrum of the railway. Now, in the autumn of 1912, as the mist clung to the cobblestones of his ancestral estate, the sound was a physical weight in his chest, syncing with the erratic flutter of his heart. Arthur, a master clockmaker...

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