The Wistful Campus

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The gate was not a gate but a throat, a stone maw that swallowed the dawn light and spat it back out as a thin, gray mist. Captain Elias Thorne stood before it, his boots sinking into the wet gravel that crunched under the weight of his uniform, a sound that seemed too loud, too sharp, in the stillness of the courtyard. He held the seal. It was a small thing, a lead disc no larger than a...

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