The Wistful Campus

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The banquet hall of St. Jude’s Asylum smelled of boiled cabbage and old brass. Elias Vane sat at the long table, his fork trembling slightly as he picked at a piece of cold mutton, watching the rust-colored water seep through the plaster of the east wall. It was a thin, creeping line, dark as dried blood, but it did not stain the tablecloth. It spelled things. Or rather, it seemed to. Elias...

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