The Wistful Campus

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The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, against the stone courtyard of St. Jude’s Academy. Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the old library, his shoulders hunched, watching the droplets race down the glass. In his hands, he clutched a leather-bound folio, its pages damp and trembling. He was forty-two years old, a master calligrapher whose reputation had once spanned the continent,...

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