The Wistful Campus

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The departure from the ash-grey stone citadel was not a flight, but a shedding, like a snake discarding its old, constricting skin in the damp chill of the autumn morning. Elara stood at the iron-bound gate, her fingers white-knuckled around the rusted iron bar, watching the mist that rolled off the Blackwater River swallow the footprints of the man who had just walked away from her. He had not...

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