The Wistful Campus
The champagne in Elias Thorne’s crystal flute had gone flat, a bitter residue on his tongue that mirrored the taste of the night air seeping through the high windows of the Great Hall. It was the autumn of 1924, and the university’s centennial gala was a blaze of chandeliers and silk, a feast of light designed to obscure the shadows gathering in the corners of the room. Elias stood near the...
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