The Wistful Campus

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The road was not a path but a wound in the earth, a jagged scar of red clay that tore through the high moors. Elias walked it. He walked because his feet knew the rhythm, a metronome of bone and sinew that had no mind to question the step. He was a clerk in the lower town, a man of ledgers and dust, yet here he was, stripped of his ink-stained fingers, walking into the deep silence of the old...

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