The Wistful Campus
The rain lashed against the steel hull of the survey vessel *Perseverance*, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate through the soles of my boots and into the marrow of my bones, a cold, industrial heartbeat that matched the erratic thudding of my own chest. We were out in the gray, churning expanse of the North Atlantic, far from the solid ground I had sworn to protect, far from...
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