The Wistful Campus
The road into the city was not a path so much as a scar, a jagged line of mud and stone that cut through the ancient, silent forests and led toward the gray, breathing mass of the metropolis. It was a journey that Elara had made three times before, each time with her mother’s hand heavy and cold in hers, each time with the weight of a secret that felt less like a burden and more like a second...
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