The Wistful Campus

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The mud of the quad sucked at Elias Thorne’s boots with a wet, heavy sound, a testament to the autumn rain that had not yet ceased. He stood twenty paces from the Dean’s office, his chest heaving, his voice raw from the screaming match that had just ended. He wanted his name cleared, wanted the stain of theft wiped from his record, wanted the institution to acknowledge that he had been a...

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