The Wistful Campus

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The ledger recorded twelve hours of silence, a debt paid in stillness. Elias counted the seconds between the ticks of the clock in the headmaster’s office, each one a small, heavy coin dropped into a jar that was already full. He was twelve, his hands trembling not from fear but from the cold damp of the attic where he had spent the night, a place that smelled of wet wool and old paper. The...

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