The Wistful Campus

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The train groaned as it cut through the fog, a heavy iron beast slithering toward the gates of Aethelgard. Elias sat in the corner of the carriage, his back rigid against the velvet seat. His knuckles were white. He gripped the hilt of a sword that was not there, or perhaps it was only the strap of his satchel. He had crossed the border of the known world to reach this place. Aethelgard was not...

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