The Wistful Campus
The mist in Oakhaven did not rise so much as it accumulated, a thick, grey wool that smelled of wet stone and old paper. Elias Vane, thirty years old and junior archivist to the Head of Records, pulled his collar tighter against the damp chill that seeped through the university’s ancient walls. He wore the iridescent cloak inherited from his sister Clara, its fabric shimmering with a dull, oily...
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