The Wistful Campus
The rusted sedan groaned against the gravel of the auction lot, its engine sputtering with a mechanical cough that mirrored the dry rattle in Elias Thorne’s chest. He killed the ignition, the sudden silence pressing against his eardrums, and stared through the cracked windshield at the Victorian estate that had been his father’s fortress and, now, his ruin. The house stood behind a sagging iron...
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