The Wistful Campus

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The road did not end; it simply dissolved into the mist. Elias walked. His boots were worn thin. The leather had cracked and peeled, revealing the pale skin beneath. He had been walking for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time had lost its sharp edges in the valley of the Ashwood. It moved like thick syrup. It moved like grief. He carried a satchel. Inside the satchel was a single object. A...

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