The Wistful Campus

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The rain had turned the gravel path to a slurry of brown mud, and Elias Thorne sat in the dry warmth of the St. Jude’s Chapel, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold coffee that he had forgotten to drink. He was thirty-two years old, a groundskeeper with a back that ached when the barometric pressure dropped, and for the last six months, he had been fighting a war that no one else seemed to...

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