The Wistful Campus
The inventory of the East Wing took Elias Thorne three days and forty-two hours of continuous, aching work to complete, a task that felt less like cataloging and more like counting the stitches in a wound that refused to close. He stood in the rotunda of the Old Hall, the air thick with the scent of binding glue and damp limestone, listening to the low, resonant hum that vibrated in his teeth,...
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