The Wistful Campus
The road was not a road at all, but a scar of white gravel and wet mud that cut through the heath, narrowing as it climbed toward the ridge where the old fortifications lay buried in the mist. Elias walked with the heavy, rhythmic step of a man whose legs had forgotten how to carry weight without complaining, his boots sinking into the damp earth with a suction that seemed to pull at his very...
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