The Wistful Campus

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray, suspended mist that clung to the wet cobblestones of St. Jude’s Academy courtyard. Elias Thorne stood beneath the eaves of the main hall, his fingers white-knuckled around the leather-bound ledger, the spine cracking slightly under the pressure of his grip. He was thirty-four, an archivist whose life had been consumed by the dust of...

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