The Wistful Campus

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The iron greaves on your legs are heavy, colder than the river mud you are wading through, and the weight of them pulls you downward into the silt where the dead soldiers of the old wars have been sleeping for centuries, their bones turned to white dust that mixes with the black water until you can no longer tell where your own body ends and the river begins. You are holding the shield, the one...

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