The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-19 18:14:59 -

The train groaned. It shook my teeth. I held my bag. My hands were cold. The window was fogged. I wiped it. Outside, the world was gray. It was 1892. The air smelled of coal. It tasted of rust. I was a sergeant. I had served. I had obeyed. Now I walked. My legs were heavy. They were not mine. They were the legs of a machine. The machine was broken. I entered the station. It was a vault. Stone...

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