The Wistful Campus

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The rain on the cobblestones of the Old Quarter did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist that smelled of wet stone and ancient iron. I walked with my head down, the weight of my uniform pressing against my shoulders, a familiar armor that had grown heavier with every year I had worn it. I was not a man of the sword or the pike, though I carried the badge of the Watch, the keepers of...

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