The Wistful Campus

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The rain against the library windows was not water but a gray curtain of industrial soot, blurring the streetlamps into smeared halos of yellow. Elias Thorne stood behind the circulation desk, his fingers hovering over the card catalog, listening to the heavy, erratic tick of the pocket watch in his left pocket. It was a sound that seemed to pull the air thick, slowing the seconds until they...

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