The Wistful Campus

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The rain had been falling for six hours, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, black mirror, and Elias Thorne stood with his back against the cold stone of the manor’s eastern wall, counting the seconds between the drops that struck the rim of his hat. He counted them because counting was the only thing that kept his hands from shaking, and his hands...

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