The Wistful Campus

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The rotunda was collapsing again. Elias Thorne woke with the taste of dry dust in his mouth, the specific grit of limestone disintegrating under its own weight. He lay in his narrow bed in the staff dormitory, listening to the rain tap against the windowpane, a rhythmic percussion that did nothing to soothe the anxiety coiling in his stomach. At thirty-two, Elias was a junior archivist at the...

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