The Wistful Campus
Elias Thorne, the groundskeeper, was called out of the potting shed by a voice that cut through the damp fog with the precision of a sheared leaf. He wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving dark streaks of loam and oil, and stepped into the grey light where Mr. Vane stood with an umbrella that had long since stopped functioning as a barrier against the rain. The headmaster did not offer a...
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