The Wistful Campus

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The dream was not of ghosts, but of the boundary stone cracking under the weight of a single, silent step, and when I woke, the grey light of the October morning was already pressing against the windowpane of my small cottage, thick and damp as wool. I am Elias Thorne, and I am the warder of Oakhaven, a duty I have held for three years, a period long enough to learn that the fog which chokes...

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