The Wistful Campus

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The road was a scar in the earth. It cut through the moor. The sky was low. The air tasted of iron. Old Silas walked. He was a man of stone. His back was bent. His hands were bare. He carried a lantern. The glass was cracked. Light bled out. It was weak. It was pale. He walked toward the Citadel. It stood on the hill. It was a beast of stone. It was ancient. It was cruel. The walls were high....

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