The Wistful Campus

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"Whitmore." The voice came from the shadows of the archive, low and sharp, cutting through the hum of the ventilation shafts. I froze, my hands hovering over the velvet lapel of the coat spread across the oak table. It was not the Dean, but the shadow of his authority, stretched long by the gaslight. I pulled the fabric back into the shadow of my desk, my heart hammering against my ribs like a...

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