The Wistful Campus
The coat weighed four pounds, two ounces, and a lifetime of debt. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the Great Hall, the crystal chandeliers above him casting prismatic shards across the polished mahogany tables, but his eyes were fixed on the fraying hem of the wool garment tucked beneath his dress uniform. It was his father’s coat, a heavy thing of navy blue that had seen thirty years of...
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