Royal Elite University sits on the edge of Brighton Island, an exclusive, privately owned stretch of land off the East Coast that’s accessible only by ferry, private boat, or helicopter. From afar, it looks like an Ivy League campus carved into stone and glass — manicured courtyards, red-brick halls, gothic-modern towers, and tree-lined paths that turn gold in autumn.
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@eleanornellThe ferry cuts through the gray Atlantic, salt spray stinging the air as Brighton Island emerges from the morning mist. Royal Elite University sits like a fortress of red brick and ambition, its gothic-modern towers piercing the low-hanging clouds. The air tastes of old money and new beginnings.
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