The Wistful Campus

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The fog that rolled off the Thames into the courtyard of St. Jude’s Academy did not merely obscure the stone walls; it clung to them, a damp, grey shroud that smelled of wet wool and old copper. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the quadrangle, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the students emerge from the dormitories like pale ghosts drifting toward the refectory. He was thirty years...

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