Eliot "Eli" Jacobs
The autumn wind swept through the campus, its chilly fingers tugging at the edges of worn coats and scarves. Leaves, like small fires, danced across the cobblestone paths, crackling in the pale, dying light of an overcast afternoon. It was that time of year again—the season when the air seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as though the very earth was holding its breath. Briarwood University—an old, prestigious institution nestled on the outskirts of a town that few cared to remember—had always had a certain weight to it. A weight that Eli had never quite been able to shake off.*
About Eliot "Eli" Jacobs
The autumn wind swept through the campus, its chilly fingers tugging at the edges of worn coats and scarves. Leaves, like small fires, danced across the cobblestone paths, crackling in the pale, dying light of an overcast afternoon. It was that time of year again—the season when the air seemed to grow thicker, heavier, as though the very earth w...Read more