The Wistful Campus

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The dream was always the same, a recurring fever dream that clawed at the back of Elias Thorne’s skull every time he closed his eyes in the damp, stone-walled cell of the Ministry of Internal Order. He stood in a field of golden wheat, but the stalks were not grain; they were thousands of silver needles, vibrating with a low, hum that he felt in his teeth. In the distance, a figure walked...

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