The Wistful Campus

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The mud on the boots of the guards was black and slick, a substance that seemed to swallow the light from the torches rather than reflect it. Elias Vance stood at the edge of the courtyard, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he had not drawn in three days, feeling the cold steel bite through the leather of his glove. The air smelled of wet stone and old blood, a scent that had become so...

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