The Wistful Campus

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"You missed the spot." The voice was soft, almost a whisper, cutting through the humid air of the greenhouse. Silas stood frozen, his hand still raised, the hilt of his baton slick with sweat. He looked down. The boy, barely sixteen, lay on the mossy floor, his face a mask of shock and bleeding fury. He wasn't dead. He was worse. He was awake. Silas let out a breath he didn’t realize he’d been...

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