The Wistful Campus

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The chisel slipped. A shard of limestone, no larger than a fingernail, skittered across the wet flagstones and vanished into the drain. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He simply wiped the blood from his thumb onto his trousers and picked up the tool again. The air in the chapel was thick, heavy with the scent of wet stone and the metallic tang of his own exertion. He was twenty-four, a junior...

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