The Wistful Campus
The dream was always the same, a slow and grinding disintegration of the limestone boundary wall that enclosed the College of Halloway, the stones not falling but dissolving into a fine, grey powder that drifted into a void beneath the foundation, a darkness so absolute it seemed to possess weight and hunger. Elias Thorne woke in his small, drafty room above the chemistry labs, the November...
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