The Wistful Campus

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The rain fell in a grey sheet, blurring the edges of the castle wall. It was a cold, ancient rain, the kind that seemed to seep into the bone before it ever touched the skin. Cael sat alone in the stone corridor, his back against the rough masonry. He wore the black tunic of the Royal Guard, but the fabric had been soaked through, clinging to him like a second, heavier skin. He did not move. He...

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