The Wistful Campus

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The brass compass in Elias’s pocket ticked against his hip, a dry, metallic clicking that matched the rhythm of his own breathing. He counted the boxes. One hundred and twelve. That was the number of restricted files in the basement of St. Jude’s Institute, a number he had memorized over three years of nights spent below the street level, where the air smelled of mildew and old paper. He needed...

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